Dear Lord, I am working upon a coat
      For the child I gave to Thee.
How I miss his little feet,
      Tripping right close to me.

Lord, in the stitches is hidden prayer
      For the safety of my boy,
Knowing that in Thy home, dear Lord,
      He walks in Thy employ.

But there are hidden dangers, Lord,
      Even within Thy house.
Hophnia and Phineas play with sin
      And others would entice.

Thus, keep my darling close to Thee.
       Warn him to walk aright.
Ah, may he choose the better way
       And only do what’s right.

~Jenny Daniel