• A Child’s Vision

    My child took a crayon
    In her little hand
    And started to draw
    As if by command.

    I looked on with pleasure
    But couldn’t foresee
    What the few simple lines
    Were going to be.

    What are you drawing?
    I asked, by and by.
    I’m making a picture
    of God in the sky.

    But nobody knows
    What God looks like, I sighed
    They will when I am finished
    She calmly replied.

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