I look upon them small and sweet.
They lie there peacfully; their faces soft.
Three heads lined up, they sleep.
Quiet as they dream, I'm lost in thought.

My head swims with memories of their lives thus far.
And I pray that my meager fumblings are enough,
As I look up, sending my wish beyond the stars,
That they can hold their heads high when times are rough.

As I watch over them in the darkness this night,
I beg that I'm able to teach them of God above.
So that they share always their shining light,
And spread to the world His blessed love.

These three little ones that I now nurture
Hold all my hopes for a joyous future.