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



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