A little child doesn't let the scientists decide.
Their foolish theories matter not;
He knows the truth inside!
He sees the wonders of the earth --
The grass . . . the sea . . . the sky.
It all makes sense as he believes
That God's the reason why.
It's only as we grow in age
And leave the days of youth
That we will strain and wrestle
And deny authentic truth.
The teachings of the learned
Tell us nothing comes from nought,
And somehow, wrapped in lofty speech,
Lies are the gospel we're taught.
Still, God keeps on pursuing
And speaks in various ways;
He shouts in storms and thunderings ~
And whispers in a million ways.
The sights that thrilled us as mere babes
Are still before our eyes;
He has not left us clueless,
Though He's often in disguise.
So open up your heart to God
And seek Him while you may;
Believe as a little child ~
Jesus is the one, true Way!
When thou saidst,
"Seek my face!"
my heart said unto thee:
"Thy face, LORD, will I seek"
Ron
Sandie
Stephen Pollard