Faith Like A Child
I packed away my childhood for journeys through the land.
Where serious discoveries only adults could understand.
I whistled as I walked about, but realized that was young.
I whispered that i could be strong when life reached out and stung.
The tunnel dark was very long as I scurried through the maze.
I sought the light, the Word so bright for Him to come amaze.
The path did wind around the world, I walked, I crawled, I crept.
My youth within cried out for me but my soul it really slept.
I found myself beside the sea, in sand without a rope.
I watched the waves roll over me I sunk, no sound, just couldn’t cope.
Then from up high I heard the call, the notes of song on high.
I heard the wind as it carried voice that bid me, “Pray don’t die!”
With hands grasped tight I closed my eyes and in fervor pled for dawn’s break through.
For God to find me with the morn, a guide for life in better view.
A crack of sunrise broke in sky I opened heart to finally see.
The child within began in song as I brought her out with me.
God said to come like little ones, to find a way to live.
I held the hand of my young self, the mold of how to give.
I brought my faith back to my life, I released it from inside.
I loved the way that I became both young and old in stride.
For we are called to be the ones that share our faith as gift.
To uphold the love that Jesus brought, to the world sing out and lift.