Everytime a child is born, the gospel is proclaimed.

Everytime a child laughs, the eucharist is observed. 

For children have a special way about them. 

Something that us old sinners have long lost. 

To say a Child’s a gift is more than an understatement. 

They are not the gift. They are the givers. 

To say a parent’s a teacher, misses the point. 

We are not the teachers. We are the students. 

Let the little children come to us,

For the kingdom belongs to such as these. 

For unto us a child is born for us. 

And so we all are born and born again.