A baby lays in his mother's arms.
The mother coos, enchanted by his charm.
He stretches and lets out a little smile,
When he realizes he's in his mother's arms 'cause he's fragile.

Faced by many difficulties and challenges,
Encompassed by their anger and outrages,
They fail to realize something great,
And because of that they fall prey to the devil who gave them a bait.

They don't realize that they're loved my the Almighty.
They're blinded by misfortunes that seems mighty.
They're weary and worn every day and this leaves traces,
And not a smile can be seen on their faces.

Can they ever realized that they're important?
Can they ever see that they're not just servants?
That they mean so much more; daughters and sons,
That by and by, their battles will be won?

That because they're loved, they should change their mood?
That they are not forgotten by the God who does good?
That even at their lowest they mean so much to Him,
So they should smile and be grateful to Him?