These Days

Let me remember these days

The crying baby, the crying child

The laughter and squeals of a tickled one
My tears of sadness, of frustration, of joy
The wondering, the pondering,
The things that will remain unknown.

Let me remember these days
The messy house, the messy hands
The character that it builds in me
My flaws that it reveals
And the way that my God heals.

Let me remember these days
And let me be glad in them now.