My Bridegroom's Children

NO ym own, but my Bridegroom's child i cradle in my arms:
Flesh not of my flesh, bone not my own,
But soul of my Lover's Soul.

IN laughing young eyes I see HIs love shine,
I wipe His tears from a care-worn face,
I feel His heart beat close to mine
In a child's trusting embrace.

A world-full of children, young,and old,
All HIs and so all mine,
To love and to cherish, to have and to hold
Until the end of time.