"A little child shall lead"

STOKES ANTHONY BENNETT

A little child came up to me,
And put his hand in mine;
His heart was pure as it could be,
His face with love did shine.

With thoughts immaculate and good,
With words that knew no guile,
This little child before me stood,
And talked with me a while.

And as he spoke, how very glad
Was I to be thus blessed!
How thankful that this little lad
Had brought to me his best!

He glimpsed with joy those wondrous things,
Distinct from mortal strife,
That lift one up on angel wings
To Spirit and to Life.

He pictured him who set men free
From sickness, sin, and woe,
Who walked the shores of Galilee
Two thousand years ago.

He emphasized God's perfect way,
And bade me never fear;
He told me how to watch and pray,
And keep my thinking clear.

Then, in his humble sweetness and
With vision from above,
He showed me how to understand
The miracle of Love.

As I gave ear, but to rejoice,
And felt supplied my need,
I caught again the prophet's voice:
"A little child shall lead."

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