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 TakeΒ Β 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.