The Child
Her eyes looked up with pleading,
And tears were hidden there.
She simply was relating
The depths of her despair.
I wondered what the cause could be
As I looked around the hall,
There wasn't anything I could see
To frighten her at all.
Then all at once, the reason was clear,
As the strains of the orchestra died,
The music they played, she could not hear,
And I joined in her sorrow and cried.
But later on she took my hand
And led me to pastures new,
And there she showed me, up on a stand
A painting of life, that she knew.
The colour and detail were out of this
world,
The perfection hard to believe,
But she'd used her eyes to see the beauty untold,
And my heart sang with joy, and relief.
So remember my friends, as you travel
through life
We may not all be perfect of form,
But each has a gift, so please, use it right
And let all, see how you can perform.
