Thoughts Of A Child

I like the feel of soft green grass beneath my feet
Oh and I love puppy dogs
I have my pockets filled with treasures big and small
Strings and tops and even frogs, yes even frogs

I like the feel of mama’s arms around my neck
When I’m tucked in for the night
I like to watch the raindrops dribbling down the pane
And sunshine makes me feel alright, feel alright

I count the clouds right up to seven
Cos that’s as far as I can go
I give them names and ask them questions
Of all the things I’d like to know

I like the smell of apples baking in a pie
And Christmas presents wrapped in red
I think it’s Jesus who sometimes makes me cry
I’d like to meet Him when I die, that’s if I die one day

Sometimes my mama comes and hugs me
Sometimes my mama even cries
I don’t know, I hear her whisper
Show me the future through Your eyes