How I long for childhood
days of the past,
When simple fancies filled
my youthful head
But those summer days, so
short did they last
Now just the wintry paths
are left to tread.
My time now is filled with
nothing but fears,
Of money to earn, and of
food to eat
And how to while away
these tiresome years
Until, at last, with my
Maker I meet.
My heart aches to feel the
sun yet again,
To sense its rays bathe my
unworthy face
To escape from this world
riddled with men,
To one plagued with
nothing but infinite Grace.
I pray that my time in
this world flows fast
To live once more
childhood days that have passed.