In the quiet hush of dawn,
Where sun-kissed dew adorns the grass,
A child approaches the throne of grace,
With eyes wide open, heart unburdened.
“Jesus,” whispers innocence,
“Can I sit upon Your knee?
Will You tell me stories of the stars,
And why the waves kiss the shore?”
And Jesus smiles, His gaze so kind,
He lifts the little one with care, Says,
“Child, the Kingdom is yours,
For you trust without pretense.”
The child’s faith, a fragile bloom,
Not tainted by life’s bitter storms,
No cynicism, no walls of doubt,
Just arms outstretched, a soul unguarded.
