I'm a mortal parent in this world today
it is as if I may have done some wrong.
Each day life seem harder to always obey
why do I (a parent) have to be so strong?

What is it I'm supposed to do so much
that it seems everywhere I turn there is a task
that I need to feel the heavenly angels touch
each day with this question I repeatedly ask?

I see others who seem almost not to care
what happens or is to become of their children
while I this awesome burden I seem to bear;
maybe Fathers takes different ways to build'em?

Then the sweet voice I long to hear comes to me
and says you are raising special ones from above.
All this the adversary looks, takes notes and can see;
so you have an extra responsibility to care and love.

Thus hearing and knowing such things could be worse;
I tighten up this life of mine with daily prayer and song.
With this knowledge and understanding my heart could burst;
so I try my best this day to care and love and not go wrong.

Now it is evening and all the children are in bed to rest;
I've read the scriptures, held family prayer to bring
peace and tranquillity in this world I've done my best.
As I now go privately to our room is it angels now that sing?