Day 12: like a child, a poem
little and big,
big and small
childlike faith
looms tall
bending, swaying
ever sashaying,
dancing, twirling,
hands held high
in stooping
I’m less
He’s greater
I’m small
like a child
I look up
glimpsing His glory
I breathe a gentle sigh.
Running, playing,
creating
Nary a care
in my eye.
Free, free,
swinging
up, up
to the trees
enjoying Him –
the Great I am.
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