...everything I need to know about Jesus, I knew when I was 6.
fall leaves
wind and quiet songs
secrets I would never tell
and I could tell You everything
a new wind came and I must have bumped my head
I fell asleep and woke to silence
the song was over
I thought my Jesus went away
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Though it takes nothing away from the blessing of maturity, there is a necessary purity in our childlike position and faith that preserves our hearts intact for eternity. May we, in that sense, remain eternally young in the loving and ever-present hands of our Abba.
ReplyDeleteThank you for your comment John.
ReplyDeleteI love that statement;"...the loving and ever-present hands of our Abba."
peace,
Deborah
Love that you are writing, Deb.
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