For the child

Tiny little rain drops, children laughing in my ear.

All the world is peaceful, as they all come running

to hear. Stories floating from my lips now, in the

flight of butterflies. Their eyes so bright and open,

knowing to them I can not lie. Singing songs of my

redeemer, telling of his place up in the sky.

Reassuring all the little ones, what awaits us when

we die.

Charlotte Ann McFarland
Copyright ©2008 Charlotte Ann McFArland

For the child

Charlotte McFarland

Mesa, United States

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