My Favorite Child

You are my favorite, I said to my firstborn,

My Angel sent from the LORD,

So loving and sweet,

So let’s go to sleep

But please don’t tell the others.

You are my favorite, I said to my second,

My lovable smookums,

Cuddly and tender,

So let’s go make something in the blender,

But please don’t tell the others.

You are my favorite, I said to my third,

My sweet smelling rose,

Beautiful black hair

So let’s go get…. an éclair.

But please don’t tell the others.

You are my favorite, I said to my fourth,

My sunflower girl,

Quiet spirit and very gentle,

So let’s go be sentimental

But please don’t tell the others.

You are my favorite, I said to my fifth,

My worshiping sunshine,

You make me so happy,

So let’s go make some shrimp scampi

But please don’t tell the others.

You are my favorite, I said to my sixth,

My little man, turtle, is his name,

I prayed for you, my loving son,

So let’s go have some fun

But please don’t tell the others.

You are my favorite, I said to my last,

My princess butterfly,

You were the best surprise,

So let’s go… up to the skies

But please don’t tell the others.

Mom, tell them who your favorite is

My sisters don’t believe,

Tell them I’m your favorite son.

Oh no, it’s begun,

So…. let’s see…..where can I run?

I said, “Not to tell the others!”

But you are a chosen generation, a royal priesthood, a holy nation, His own special people, that you may proclaim the praises of Him who called you out of darkness into His marvelous light;

1 Peter 2:9