The Little Child

 

The Little Child

 

 Matthew 2; 21 “Then he arose, took the young Child and His mother,

 

                     And came into the land of Israel.”

 

 Did you sit at Joseph’s feet to see him work with wood?

 

Did you watch him smooth the plane to make the bad grain good?

 

Did you play out in the streets with friends and hit the ball?

 

Did they ask you for some food and then you gave it all?

 

O how I’d like to know the child in you but nothing much is told

 

All we hear are miracles about the sick, the young and old.

 

 I want to know the little Christ that danced and sang and played.

 

I want to hear the stories of the little toys that Joseph made.

 

I want to see the joyful child that gave such love for free.

 

I want to find the little child that lives inside of me.

 

O how I’d like to rediscover some story of your fame

 

Before you calmed the waters and healed the sick and lame.

 

 To the Glory of God

 

Abba Pambo said, “If you have a heart, you can be saved.”