In our image

I thought that I was alone

That none of my children

Looked anything like me

They had their father's feet

Not my tiny little ones: neat

All had their father's pale skin

Not my olive complexion: son

All grew taller than me: easy

But now as I look back again

There are little pieces of me

Yes it's true: these I finally see

In shape of face and actions too

Temperaments are varied: true

Others recognise resemblances

From their perspective I guess

Could I ask for anything less

Now as I look at my grandchildren

There are so many things its true

Little bits of me coming through

I always fell over as a little kid

My grandson isn't the only one

I had a temper that quickly flared

Now my little grand daughter...

Is just like I was: has me scared

What are we going to do with these?

Temper tantrums: nothing less

But there are amazing insights too

My grandson and his auntie Shell

Could be twins: separated by years

One female: the other male: but wow

How amazing to see similarities...

They say we live on in our children

They say we only recognise habits

When we finally see them recurring

In our very own little miniatures

Our children: our grandchildren...

So much like us: so amazing true

And really if we think upon these

God made us in His image: blessed

We are fearfully and wonderfully made

If only, in all these crazy lives we lead

We could make the grade: we could

Be found worthy of all that Jesus gave

For us: poor sinners that we still are...