Children
Children we come,
Children we go,
Children through life,
And children through death.
On and on we grow,
On and on we learn.
And as children we stand
And decide which way to turn.
We say ‘Thank God’,
We say it in vain;
But when we say it right,
We thank Him for our little pain.
For ever He looks,
For ever He teaches,
For ever we receive
And grasp for His reaches.
Children we came,
Children we went.
A message came down:
We were heaven-sent.
We came separate.
We arrived as one.
We stand as adults.
Our job now is done.
© Joseph Tradescent
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