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The Child Within

You came to me one day,
Mysterious and old.

We spoke of your childhood—
Of the wind that blew cold
Across your path
In the winter of despair;
When you felt so alone
As if God wasn't there.

Then we played together
In the dim candlelight.
You were so happy,
All aglow with delight,
To have found your way home
To the one you adored.
Shown the way, of course,
By our savior the Lord.

Now, my dear child,
My tender soul,
You bring me such joy.
With you I am whole.
For I am nothing
Without all my parts;
Without the sweet voice
Of my child's tender heart.