If cobwebs fill the corners

That lurk within our mind

Our faith can help us brush aside

Each clinging thought we find

Until we glimpse a garden filled

With wonders unconfined,

A garden where children can play,

Children can play,

A garden where children can play.

 

Within that garden crafted

By childhood’s ageless dream

We each can walk a pathway

That leads to self esteem;

A way of life where we can pause

Beside life’s flowing stream,

A stillness which nurtures our peace,

Nurtures our peace,

A stillness which nurtures our peace.

 

We each can build a fence around

Our sacred inner child

Excluding all that does not come

As gentle, meek or mild

For life is more than cobwebbed silk

And love is bold and wild,

A dancing that wakens new life,

Wakens new life,

A dancing that wakens new life.

 

Note: see Matthew 18:3  “Unless you become as a little child, you will not enter the Kingdom of Heaven” (the way of wholeness).

Text © William Livingstone Wallace. Harmony © Barry Brinson

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