A CHILD
By Raymond Bechard
My Son . . .
I send you now to earth below,
To men and women who do not know.
Their hearts are empty and lacking grace.
They long to see my loving face.
Go as a child, not as a king,
Upon your birth, will angels sing.
Walk gently with them, for they live in fear.
Make them brave, for my Kingdom is near.
Remind them of peace and all is not lost,
Invite them all home, and You’ll pay the cost.
Show them I love them, every one,
Enough to give You, my only Son.
