God's Little Ones

THEY follow winged with joy, those little feetPlanted so early in the narrow way;With tiny hands in His they go to meetAnd face the passing shadows of each day.

They scarcely see the shadow for the glowOf feeling Love so close; and mother-wise,Love holds their vision to the shining bowTill its pure light is mirrored in their eyes.

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