Out walking this morning I passed a place
that had chalk pictures drawn on the street,
and looking at them took me back in time
to childhood and memories so sweet
We played hopscotch on chalk grids
drawn on the sidewalk with care,
and traded playing cards for the pictures on the back,
swung on swings as high as we dared.
Shoes came off at the first sign of spring
we played endless card games of 'war'
outside from dawn til the streetlights came on,
wasn't that what summer was for?
I think of that now and it reminds me so
of the love that we share, so sweet to me,
that each day becomes a treasure to be remembered with love,
two hearts made one, and in Jesus made whole and carefree!
It's not what we do that makes it so lovely,
for we no longer run around outside and play,
but seeing everything through the eyes of love,
child-like joy is ours every day.
I wake every morning eager for the day,
can't wait to see what it will hold,
and each night I drift off with a prayer on my lips
for all that day's memories more precious than gold.
I don't ever want to lose that child-like wonder,
that every day God makes all things new,
and I thank Him for all that He does for me,
and especially because He gave me you!
What blessed memories! Thank you for stirring them up so sweetly. It is my heart's desire to love with childlike wonder as well... even childlike abandon... to never allow discouragement or passed experiences to cause me to lose my faith in true love.