Childlike Eyes

This poem was actually written in the middle of a Sacrament meeting where a little boy my friend had adopted was being blessed. I suddenly knew what it meant to be Childlike.

Childlike Eyes

Little One so meek and mild,

Thou that art the Holy Child.

Did you watch with gentle eyes

Stars and angels grace the skies?

Children now with eyes so pure

Know Thy love so strong and sure.

Young Isaiah, still so fresh,

Mother’s arms inside he press.

Yet his eyes with stories to tell

Know the grace from whence he fell.

His tiny eyes shine so bright

As they reflect joyful light.

“Be as children. I implore,

Live with me forevermore”

Christ the Lord, Begotten One,

Fill my life with light of Sun.

.Teach me now to be like child

And the Serpent be reviled.

Help me now to become strong,

Let me know that I belong.

Little children, oh so sweet,

Help me that time to repeat,

Show me how I may forgive

Trials which I’ve had to live.

Teach me through the youngest ones,

The evils therewith to shun,

And the blessings to behold

As I am refined to gold.

Angels come in many forms

To shelter us from the storms.

And as strange as it may seem,

Children, too, can redeem.

As angels disguised they come,

With buzzing spirits they hum

Of the light and life divine

From the Holy Spirit’s shine.

With Angels’ grace and mercy

Showing me the way to see,

Teaching me what I can be,

That I may return to Thee.