The faith of a child never fails
To amaze my world-worn soul.
My son reaches out and takes my hand
Trusting me implicitly

Though moments arise when he’s afraid,
They pass relatively quickly
As sunsets fade in dusk
And everything is again
Right in his small world.

A contented little elf,
Who never fails to remind
That life is grand, and how much
There is to be grateful for
Even the most simple things
This life can afford.

Lord, help me to be
More like my small son
For many days I waver and allow
The tumult of this life
To overwhelm me to despair.

But, You in Your omniscient care
Walk faithful by my side.
Give me grace
To place my hand in Thine
And tread this path together
In this journey we call life.