Little Jesus
Little Jesus, wast thou shy Once,and just so small as I? And what did it feel like to be Out of heaven, and just like me? Did Thou sometimes think of there And ask where all the angles were? I should think that I would cry For my house all made of sky I would look about the air And wonder where my angles were. And at waking 'twould distress me Not an angle there to dress me. Hadst Thou ever any toys Like us little girls and boys? And didst Thou play in heaven with all The angles that were not too tall With stars for marbles? Did they play "Can you see me" through their wings? Didst Thou kneel at night to pray And didst Thou join Thy hands this way? And did they tire sometimes, being young And make the prayers seem very long? And dost Thou like it best, that we Should join our hands to pray to Thee? I use to think before I knew the prayer not said unless we do. And did Thy mother at the night Kiss Thee and fold the clothes in right? And didst Thou feel quite good in bed Kissed, and sweet, and Thy prayers said? Thou canst not have forgotten all That it feels like to be small And Thou know'st I cannot pray To Thee in my Father's way When Thou wast so little say Couldst Thou talk Thy Father's way? So a little child, come down And here a childs tongue like Thy own Take me by the hand and walk And listen to my child talk unknown
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