Gentle Jesus, meek and mild, Look upon a little child; Pity my simplicity, Suffer me to come to thee.
I feel a strong immortal hope, which bears my mournful spirit up beneath its mountain load; redeemed from death, and grief, and pain, I soon shall find my [child] again within the arms of God.
Our children will grow up confused, not respecting the Bible or anything else that is sacred.
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