Little Jesus
Little Jesus, wast thou shy
Once, and just as small as I?
And what did it feel like to be
Out of Heaven and just like me?
Did’st Thou sometimes think of there
And ask where all the angels were?
I should think that I would cry
For my house all make of sky:
I would look around the air
And wonder where my angels were.
Hadst Thou ever any toys,
Like us little girls and boys?
And didst Thou kneel at night to pray,
And didst Thou join Thy hands, this way?
So, a little Child, come down
And hear a child’s tongue like Thy own;
Take me by the hand and walk,
And listen to my childish talk;
To Thy Father show my prayer
He will look, Thou
art so fair,
And say, ‘O Father, I Thy Son,
Bring the prayer of a little one,’
And he will smile, that children’s tongue
Has not changed since Thou wert young!
-Francis Thompson-
