- Lying three across in a womb that’s made for one
Babies A, B, and C share a special bond.
Six little hands, Six little feet – three tiny pulsing hearts
Blessings sure to be three-fold from the very start.
If they look as different as the day is from the night
Or if they can’t be told apart because they look alike.
Each one of them will surely grow to be a special child
And bring a triple dose of trouble sure to make us smile.
My joy is overwhelming at the sight of you three there
Lying near my heart and growing with my care.
When the years are many I’ll look back without regret,
And thank the Lord above for sending me triplets.