Psalm 127:4-5 

4 Children born to a young man
    are like arrows in a warrior’s hands.
5 How joyful is the man whose quiver is full of them!
    He will not be put to shame when he confronts his accusers at the city gates.

Children

Here now is a treasure by so many discarded

Here life itself is given into a personal trust

Not for us to keep but in temporal being rewarded

To bring us happiness where life it self’s a must

How can we raise them unless the Giver supplies the core?

Where can we draw strength unless placed in our heart?

So why in many cases it seems a simple call to want more?

As we go sluggishly through life in proposing self too smart

In our search for comfort and the call of convenience

We devise many ways to call children an obstruction

With majority’s support we call children an experience

That we seem to raise as such throughout destination

Jan Wienen