Earlier last week we learned that our clan had grown by one
With eleven precious blessings we really thought we were done
But living by faith, we put all in God’s hands
I’ll make you a nation— as the grains of the sands
A dozen is more than we could have ever imagined
Like a pioneer family, both big and old fashioned
Some might think, “Oh you poor woman!
To have so many kids hardly seems human.”
“You must be so tired, my gosh, how do you do it?”
Or “What is the point that you’re trying to prove it?”
But I say, “I never set out to do such a thing
From the day I got married and put on that ring.
All I ever wanted was to do what God called me to be
To be a good wife and mommy of just two, maybe three
It never entered my mind that I would be trusted with so much
Of the responsibilities, and questions and the hearts I could touch.
As a mom, so often, I feel that I’ve come up short
That I should be different, a mother of another sort.
Then God lets me know in the quietest of ways
That He hasn’t left me on the worst of my days.
For all the times that I’ve shown Him to them,
and given Him thanks for the help that He’s been.
He’s pleased by the way we’ve been raising our kids.