Well, I thought it was time to do an update... we haven't posted for a long time! :) It's high time! I thought I would add some pictures, and the poem I'm memorizing in school right now...Blessings on the hand of women
Angels guard its strength and grace.
In the palace, cottage, hovel,
Oh, no matter where the place;
Would that never storms assailed it,
Rainbows ever gently curled,
For the hand that rocks the cradle
Is the hand that rules the world.
Angels guard its strength and grace.
In the palace, cottage, hovel,
Oh, no matter where the place;
Would that never storms assailed it,
Rainbows ever gently curled,
For the hand that rocks the cradle
Is the hand that rules the world.
Infancy's the tender fountain,
Power may with beauty flow.
Mothers first to guide the streamlets
From them unresting souls grow.
Grow on for the good or evil
Sunshine streamed, or evil hurled.
For the hand that rocks the cradle
Is the hand that rules the world.
Women, how divine your mission
Here upon our natal sod
Keep- oh keep, the young heart open
Always to the breath of God.
All true trophies from the ages
Are from mother love impearled.
For the hand that rocks the cradle
Is the hand that rules the world.
Power may with beauty flow.
Mothers first to guide the streamlets
From them unresting souls grow.
Grow on for the good or evil
Sunshine streamed, or evil hurled.
For the hand that rocks the cradle
Is the hand that rules the world.
Women, how divine your mission
Here upon our natal sod
Keep- oh keep, the young heart open
Always to the breath of God.
All true trophies from the ages
Are from mother love impearled.
For the hand that rocks the cradle
Is the hand that rules the world.
Blessings on the hand of women
Fathers, sons and daughters cry
And the sacred song is mingled
With the worship in the sky.
Mingled where no tempest darkens,
Rainbows evermore are hurled.
For the hand that rocks the cradle
Is the hand that rules the world.
Fathers, sons and daughters cry
And the sacred song is mingled
With the worship in the sky.
Mingled where no tempest darkens,
Rainbows evermore are hurled.
For the hand that rocks the cradle
Is the hand that rules the world.
Ohh! That is very *cute,* Em! I love all the photos, and the poem is so pretty. Thank you!
ReplyDeleteLove in Christ,
Your Sister,
Lu