Thank God for my Children

A Song of Ascents. Of Solomon. Unless the LORD builds the house, ​​They labor in vain who build it; ​​Unless the LORD guards the city, ​​The watchman stays awake in vain. ​​It is vain for you to rise up early, ​​To sit up late, ​​To eat the bread of sorrows; ​​For so He gives His beloved sleep. ​ ​​Behold, children are a heritage from the LORD, ​​The fruit of the womb is a reward. ​​Like arrows in the hand of a warrior, ​​So are the children of one’s youth. ​​Happy is the man who has his quiver full of them; ​​They shall not be ashamed, ​​But shall speak with their enemies in the gate. -- Psalm 127 --