As we get older, we forget
all the things we cherished.
The further away we grow,
the more we forget
to remember
Remember to hold those things close
Remember to never let go.
I wish I could know
what a child knows.
What they know
without the slightest hint
of the doubt
that overwhelms me now.
I want to remember
what it feels like
to love without restraint
to love without fear
and love without pain
The love only a child knows.
I want to know a Jesus
who resides in my heart
and protects me from the hurt.
I want to know a Jesus
who is my own peaceful warrior
who doesn't create evil.
I want to know what a child knows.
Take me back
to when my daddy knew everything
for me
To the place where base
was the only safety I considered
To when I knew all I needed
about God
To a place where I believe wholeheartedly
in something crazy
Take me to the place
only a child knows
Where there is good
that is genuine
Where brokenness
is the start
The altar
is the healing
And hope
is redemption
Help me to know
what a child knows
Can anyone but the innocent and unexposed
truly know these things?
Is it possible for someone
to feel the pain
to see the hurt
to bear the load
and still believe?
Can we honestly believe
with the passion of a child?
I have seen
the good in people.
I have experienced
the hurt, and felt
the healing
I have been let down
thrown down
shut down
I have yet
to be broken down.
Deep within me
there is a place
Where the truth will prevail
the sincere will overcome
the place
only a child knows.
Jul 21, 2012
Jul 21, 2012 at 12:56 AM UTC