The lofty One on high
does deign to children wee
The smallest arms upraised
Are stouter than a tree
From eager mouths of babes
Sweet praises rises to thee
A child's pure-eyed gaze
Is all we need to see
Sophisticated fools
Though they may seem so smart
Do not perceive the Lord
They cannot know his heart
All those who keep their pride
The Lord restricts their view
They will not see his face
Nor do they have a clue
But when a child hears
The gentle Shepherd King
She laughs to hear his voice
And lifts her voice to sing
And you, unless you change
To be just like that child
You cannot know the Lord
Or feel his touch so mild.
Yes God does hide the truth
From learned intellects
Yet shows profound insights
To babies he selects
Bob Westbrook 4/16/04