Faith of a Child

Soft and tender hands
Barely by time touched
Gleefully reach out
A gentle heart to clutch
What are the mindful dreams
Of a soul too young to talk?
What are the hopes she seeks
Before she even starts to walk?
If only we could claim again
Those simple honest thoughts
If only those imaginings were
The joy for which we fought
Maybe then we’d see God’s hand
Reaching down to hold us tight
And as child with her mother
We would know it’s all alright

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