A Curious Child

 

 

A child once sat at her mother’s knee

And asked that tales be told

Of God and Jesus and Angels true

A world she could behold

 

A tender age, a tender mind

She loved the tales of God

A gentle Father to us all

A Son who once was flawed

 

The tales she heard so long ago

They stayed within her heart

And formed the woman she became

I think she’s pretty smart

 

The mother passed on to her rest

The child grew up to be

For you know, so long ago

That curious child was me

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