Fun Christian songs for toddlers are always in demand for use in Sunday School, VBS, and Children’s Church. Here’s an original song which could also be used as a poem.

Thank You, Father, for Making Me

1. God made the mountains tall, and God made the trees.
God made the leaves that fall, and He made the seas.
All creatures large and small – Elephants and bees -
Aren’t you glad that God made them all?

Chorus
Thank you, Father, for making me.
Thank you, Father, for everything I see.
Thank you, Father, and help me always be
Grateful for what you’ve done for me.

2. God made the fishies in the ocean blue.
God made the little birdies in their nest.
God made puppies, and He made kittens, too.
Don’t you think that God knows what’s best?

I wrote the lyrics and music for this song when I was in high school. It is intended for use with preschool and kindergarten age children. Eventually (soon, I hope), I will have this available as sheet music.

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The dampness invaded her consciousness, its chill pulling her from pleasant thoughts. Puzzled, she looked around, taking in the changes to her surroundings.

When did it become so foggy? While thin, the fog’s misty fingers were strong enough to penetrate her clothes, causing a slight shiver to tremble through her. Attempting to recapture some of the warmth that had fled in the mist’s presence, she wrapped her arms tightly around her body as she continued to survey her location.

Where had the sunshine disappeared? Ah, that was it! Thickly entwining branches were to blame for the lack of golden light. At the beginning of the trail, the trees were sparse, creating a frail covering that let plenty of sunshine through to dapple the walkway while shading her from the sun’s full intensity. Here, the trees pressed closely together as if conspiring to deny entrance to any friendly ray of light.

The path that had beckoned with alluring promise of light-hearted adventure no longer seemed appealing. A faint sense of dread crept over her. Although this was the first time she had followed this trail, she felt like she had been here before. The dim light, the damp chill, the gloomy atmosphere, the feeling of complete isolation - she was familiar with them all. But how? What had triggered this nagging sense of déjà vu?

Understanding dawned, and she realized that this path - this gloomy, unfriendly, cheerless place - accurately pictured the depression she had battled for so long. This physical place was the perfect metaphor for the mental state to which she had been captive for so long.

She turned and started retracing her steps, thankful that although she might at times find herself walking down dark paths, she knew how to escape the gloom, both physical and mental. Never again would she be fooled into believing that the darkly seductive thoughts were all she could expect from life, all that she deserved. She was meant to dance in the sunshine - happy, joyful, and free.

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I hate fleas, but fleas love me.
They gnaw and they chew like I’m some kind of treat.
It seems they think I’m most delicious to eat.
I hate fleas, but fleas love me!

I hate fleas, but fleas love me.
They climb and they bite as on me they do feast.
What do they think? That I’m some kind of beast?
I hate fleas, but fleas love me!

I hate fleas, but fleas love me.
I scratch and I pinch them and then throw them out.
I wish that they never would linger about.
I hate fleas, but fleas love me!

This humorous poem was inspired by all the flea bites I’ve received since we kicked our cat out of our house. Apparently, her fleas think I make a tasty substitute. Grrrr!

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one verse for each member of my beloved family

Squeals and giggles
Dimples and coos -
Baby, darling, I love you.

Legos and planes
Helicopters, too, -
Sweet golden boy, I love you.

Dancing in clothes
Of favorite purple hue -
Sparkling joyous girl, I love you.

Decisive, determined,
Knowing what to do -
Independent girl, I love you.

Loving, responsible,
Sometimes feeling blue -
Tender-hearted girl, I love you.

Absent and missed,
Though you I never knew -
Stranger child, I love you.

Steady, dependable,
Thoughtful and true -
Husband dearest, I love you.

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I was lost in my sin
Had no peace or joy within
When I heard of a Friend
Whose great love would never end.

Then I came to a place
Where they preached God’s Holy Word,
And at last my sin I learned
When the gospel there I heard.

(Chorus)
Wounded for me upon a tree.
Wounded for me. How can it be
That this Jesus would suffer and die for me?
Wounded for me upon a tree.
Wounded for me. How can it be
That this Jesus would die for love of me?

My head I bowed when I prayed
Repenting of my sin.
And I asked my newfound Friend
To come and live within.

What a change from that time on -
It was just like night and day.
For the peace and joy I sought
Had finally come to stay.

(after last chorus)
That my Jesus would die for love of me.

I also set these lyrics to music, which I am working on turning into sheet music. I’ll put a link to download the sheet music in pdf format when I have it completed.

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This piece of prose was written about the day I took the kids, Robert’s parents, and his grandmother to the Disney on Ice show. It was such a lovely day I wanted to capture it in words.

All is quiet. The children are sleeping but not snoring. The night darkness is friendly and comforting as it envelopes us. No terrors here – all truly is calm. The miles string along smoothly, so easily fading into the past that I lose track of how far we’ve come.

It has been a good day, one that makes me wish days could be folded neatly to rest beside kids’ artwork, meaningful cards, and romantic notes in my personal treasure box. This would be a day I’d take out often just to finger its silky softness and smile at its watercolor beauty. A rare day unmarred by any discordant shriek or shrill, my memory will always recall the rich blending of love, laughter, and warmth that filled these hours.

I mentally put together and quickly discard numerous phrases, seeking words suitable to clothe the myriad impressions that so sweetly leave their mark in my subconscious. Words can be woefully inadequate, and it’s a challenge to try to fit them together so that their jagged edges meet perfectly to form a smooth whole. The sentences I create to give shape to this day cannot be anything short of fluid if they are to even come close to sharing what I have felt.

As I wrestle with my mental puzzle, the last few miles slip silently by. The welcome sight of surroundings made familiar by daily travel pulls me from my reverie. I smile as I make the final turn into our drive, knowing that inside our brightly lit house waits the one whom I adore, the one whose love so richly colors my life with brilliant hues of warmth, understanding, acceptance, joy, sharing, giving, and forgiving.

Coming home to him is the perfect ending to a perfect day.

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I built a fortress, tall and strong -
Built it deep and built it long.
Built it so that I’d be free
From threats against my deepest me.

Bit by bit the walls grew high
Until they nearly reached the sky,
Sheltering, protecting, shutting out
Tears within and fears without.

I built a fortress but found on waking
I was locked within
a prison of my own making.

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