BORROWED
I lent you for a while, He said,
A child of mine real sweet,
For you to love and care for
The way I show and lead
It may be twenty years
or even only three,
but will you, till I call him back
take care of him for Me?
His charm is sure to gladden you
even though his stay be brief.
All of those precious memories
will carry you in grief
Now will you show him only love
in life's joy and through pain
Nor hate me when I come one day...
to take him Home again?
(Miqra 2001)