(...and become like a SMALL ONE, A CHILD…)
Dear God you are our father (and our friend),
you know we are but dust, though with your breath.
We take from Jesus that his life don't end,
though we may sleep, love never meets real death.
For love continues, never ends, or stops,
but finishes what's started - til complete.
And it's complete is not some static Top -
some journeys rest & strengthen up your feet.
Dear God your "Paul" (that does mean "small" we know)
has taken Jesus' wisdom here for real.
The small child holds its parents' hands and shows
its heritage and future, thus revealed.
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