My Little Ones

Matthew 5: 3

These little ones

Have known my name

They’re oh so quick to call

At point of need

When darkness comes

When threatened with a fall.

Not big on self

Supremely poor

In spirit, they confess.

And that’s their strength

They run to me

That all my power might bless.

And many tried the bluster

And posed the fashion’s way

And earned and learned

Things over-turned

Before the end of day.

So now they give me one eye

And never stray too long

Their only care

That I am there.

My help, their trust and song.

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