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Whose Child Is This

Whose child is this, before me laid A gift of God, from his love made Two tiny hands my heart embrace This one who chose my world to grace So innocent, so unafraid As each small feature is surveyed Life as I knew it starts to fade As I gaze down upon this face Whose child is this Oft to my Lord, my wish conveyed Each evening for this child I prayed All my misgivings now displace My emptiness of heart erase Has He at last my fears allayed Whose child is this 02//23/2012

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Sara Kendrick

Date: 4/10/2012 9:14:00 AM

Enjoyed reading this morn..Great expressive and emotive work..Sara

Joann Grisetti

Date: 3/22/2012 3:10:00 PM

Such a nice tribute to children - is this about your own?

Bob Quigley
Date: 3/23/2012 2:55:00 PM

Thank you Joann. No, I have no children.

Robert Pettit

Date: 3/7/2012 11:57:00 PM

Nice write Bob. However, each line that says "Who's child is this" should properly be displayed as "Whose child is this". When you write "Who's", it is an contraction of "Who is" or "Who has". Also, "lord" should be spelled with a capital "L" if it pertains to God. The rest of your wording and rhyming looks good.

Bob Quigley
Date: 3/8/2012 8:06:00 AM

Absolutely right on both accounts Bob. I stand corrected. Thanks for the catch.