Children To make a child, God spilled out sunshine It pooled beneath His Hand to form a smile; Their eyes He formed from dewdrops in the morning So sadness could just linger there awhile.
God knit the child's frame together with a spring breeze So in their every movement there would be grace And warmed their heart with kindling made of kindness So all would see the caring in their faces;
And then God wrapped them gently in a rainbow Spun for their spirit — beautiful to see! And said: "Whoever looks upon a small child Shall know, deep in his heart, that he's seen.”
