Again

Footsteps, weak and wobbly, belie my age;
once young--now over-ripe--rickety, sage.
The heart, independent, innocently bays:
"Lord, I want to be like a child ... again.
Play all day long, laugh and dance in each breeze,
shimmy up the trees ...
again, again, again.
Reborn ... I am.  I stand
to live, love, anew ... like a child ... again."

I catch my breath in tiny little gasps.
"Do you love ME?" 
"I served You till the last!"
My spirit--loosed--does whatever He asks:
"Lord, I want to be like a child ... again.
Climb up in my Daddy's lap ... he'll soothe me.
I'll slumber quietly ...
again, again, again.
That is how life begins ...
in a new body ... like a child ... again."

The spark of life dwells within ev'ry man.
Its' flames quiver when righteousness grows thin
waxes the wick--hatred--damnation, sin.
"Lord, I want to be like a child ... again.
Miss the simple times of pleasant, little things ...
legs pumping, I swing ...
again, again, again.
Luckily, though I'm human,
I have found You!  Live ... like a child ... again.

I have found You!  Live ... like a child ... again
again, again, again.  Live ... like a child ... again."

copyright 2008 Sandra S. Corona
"I Found You"