Now they were bringing even infants to him that he might touch them. And when the disciples saw it, they rebuked them. But Jesus called them to him, saying, “Let the children come to me, and do not hinder them, for to such belongs the kingdom of God. Truly, I say to you, whoever does not receive the kingdom of God like a child shall not enter it.”
Let Them Come
There are places that bring out
the little child in me
the first snow fall of the year
bare feet in the sand anytime
and belly laughs with old friends.
We are lonely old people
when we are young adults growing old
permits us to indulge our child
again and again we learn to dance
and sing and laugh again for time
is short and only love matters.
The days are short and all too dark
the season is at its hinge and we
hang decorations and lights hoping
to restore the child's delight
we once knew in all our seasons.
We were loved and wanted children
God made us perfect and we forgot
that garden that heaven which was ours
always and forever in the loving arms
we tried to be in charge ourselves
and almost lost our way in the dark.
In this deep cold season a sweet warm voice
calling to each of us no matter age or race
receive the reign God like a child
delight in love and dance in the light
we were made for love and laughter
and God is coming to draw us close again.