I Died As a Child
I died as a child,
or so I suspect,
and my child-soul
flew to the very
sweetest heaven
where all children
play joyfully with
the child of God,
who loves us as
He did on earth....
When I came to this life
so many years ago,
Jesus was still
my best friend,
my nightly prayers
more like a conversation:
"How was your day?
Mine was o.k.,
I played and played...."
But my prayer to His Father
was simple and constant:
O Lord, let me live till
my next birthday, or Christmas,
if that comes sooner. Then--
then you can take me Lord--
just let me open my presents
and bathe in a child's joy....
As a child, I never knew a child
who died, and I never, ever
told anyone about my secret,
my secret prayer. And never
was I afraid of dying--
after all, how could I be,
when all it meant
was going home
to see again my best
and most beloved friend....
(posted 1/30/15)
Copyright © L. J. Carber | Year Posted 2015
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