From Jacob, whose fist will never be raised in anger,
may I learn a gentle touch.
From Jacob, whose voice will never form a hateful word,
may I learn to speak kindly of others.
From Jacob, whose first smile was a rare and precious gem,
may I learn to give my smiles freely.
From Jacob, whose arms struggle to reach and cuddle,
may I learn to embrace easily and frequently.
From Jacob, whose eyes strain to see my face,
may I learn to savor the special love
that God has allowed me to feel,
a love held so deep within the heart
that I sometimes cry