Tuesday, March 31, 2015


Malcolm, now you are three years old.
You have become more precious than gold.
We love to watch your life unfold,
As you give us blessings untold.

Because you have won our favour,
We will teach you about your Saviour,
In your good and bad behaviour,
Our love for you will not waver.

You are part of our family.
Even though sometimes we are silly,
We hope that you will see it clearly,
That we love each other dearly.


Will I ever really know the reason why,
God chose to send his own Son to die?
Did he have to make this sacrifice?
To save us, would some other plan suffice?

It was my sin that nailed Jesus to the cross.
It was for me he suffered pain and loss.
On this holy day, I would like to say,
I have a debt I can never repay.