The little children come to Me.
They move about without much thought,
And say what is on their heart.
These little children with inquisitive minds,
They look and examine what is Mine ~
the hair, the clothes, the hands and feet.
All their thoughts are about play and say,
"Jesus, will You come play with me?"
As we play ~
we run and jump, dance and twirl.
Oh what fun we have!
Each gives a kiss to say goodbye,
My heart wells up inside.
I pray to the Father.
As they grow in age,
Keep their hearts strong,
May they always return to Me!
Matt. 18:3
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