Behold Your Little Ones

By Michael Squires

It came to pass, their little ones, were brought forth

And gathered ‘round Him,

And He knelt, as He began to pray.

No man can write, no heart conceives, no tongue can speak

The marv’lous things He spoke

As He prayed for them that that day.

How great must have been the joy, in every girl and every boy,

As He blessed the children one by one, each and every daughter and every son.

Behold your little ones

The Savior wept, His joy was full, they cast their eyes

Toward the heavens,

They saw angels, armed with fire from above.

This heav’nly host descended, and ministered to

Their little ones

Encircled with fire and with His love.

How great must have been the joy, in every girl and every boy,

As He blessed the children one by one, each and every daughter and every son.

Behold your little ones

How would it be to be a child, at the Savior’s feet

And hear His voice name my name

In a blessing from above?

Would not my heart, in that moment, want to sing

My praise for my Redeemer

And rejoice in His love?

And He knows us one by one, every daughter and every son,

And our hearts fill with His love, with the fire from above.

How great must have been the joy, in every girl and every boy,

As He blessed the children one by one, each and every daughter and every son.

Behold your little ones