It's A Privilege

It’s a privilege,

As you watch a baby come.

In the operating room,

From a pregnant mother’s womb,

What a privilege!

It’s a privilege,

When you hear that newborn cry.

And from deep within you sigh.

And you sense your wife’s reply.

Wondrous privilege!

It’s a privilege,

As you hold within your arms,

All those lovely little charms,

And you still those first alarms.

Precious privilege!

It’s a privilege,

When you take the child with you,

As he makes his first debut,

And the compliments ensue.

Special Privilege!

It’s a privilege,

As you dedicate this one,

To God’s Only Blessed Son,

And the work is thus begun.

Glorious privilege!

Let’s not minimize one jot,

The importance of this tot,

Let us give the best we’ve got,

It’s our privilege!

C. R. Lord © 2007