Children's Sight
My children have heard of mountains high with running babbling brooks
But the only ones they have seen were in borrowed library books
My children have heard of animals wild in lands both near and far
But the only ones they have heard growled behind a zoos' strong bars
My children have heard of flowers sweet, growing thick in shades of red
But the only ones they could find grew in the rows of plant nursery beds
Prisoners of the city, as sure as they can be
Though their cells are never barred or have a lock and key
How can I teach of God's wisdom or his deep abiding love?
When all they see of his kingdom is a hawk fighting with a dove
But children's sight is special, just journey through their eyes
The things we think are gloomy don't ever touch their lives
Try to catch a sunbeam, laughter at the bug trapped in a tree
"Mommy I can't see you, that means you can't see me."
Grass up through the sidewalk, flowers from a crack
Squinting at the clouds while lying on their backs
Rich or Poor, no matter, as long as there is love
They feel the light and blessings that come down from above
Joy in life and living and thanking Him each day
My children teach a lesson, and in a special way...
If we could overlook the bad and see as children do
Our days would be like heaven and sad times be but few