Lord, when you some day lead this trembling fool
To matrimony’s holy, blest estate
And bind me to the woman you have made
To be my strong support, and I for hers—
Lord, here I see these children; in that day,
I pray you: lend me daughters just like these!
And, Lord, when I must sit at table’s head,
And you, and she you give me, round it set
Such olive-shoots of sons, and daughters fair,
As you shall choose to set within my care—
You glorified your Father as you taught;
May I, too, give him glory, just like you!
The first stanza of this poem came to me in essentially this form months and months, if not a few years, ago, when I was thinking of the delightful children who’ve thronged my church here and the church I attended while at college in Grand Rapids. I wrote the second stanza a few weeks ago, while searching for almost-presentable poems I could improve enough to post.
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This poem is also posted on my wiki.