Updated: May 8
I am a growing little child; Hundreds of dreams I have. I’m a beauty when I smiled; I am too soft as well as brave.
I am lovely and polite youth I love all as God loves me I wish to be loved in sooth It’ll make me to think free
Pretty roses you can see, When you make me smiled; Painful thorns you’ll feel, When you try to act wild.
I am an innocent little child, Like as your kids and sibling. Hundreds of desires I ensiled, Harass not me for your feeling.
Lot of spirits I need to achieve Longing days through indeed Let me not disgusted to grieve Life for me is not as the weed.
I am a wind of your choice As a sweet breeze for rejoice As well as a storm of noise To raise up my right N’ voice I have my desire to fly To touch the stars in sky I have my dream to drive Within the clouds N’ to dive
Whether you help me or not You don’t spoil my thought As a little sparrow in the blue I wish to spread my wings too.
I am not just a flower that You just pluck N’ throw out; I am a wild fire spread out That will burn you as a lout.
We are children of the Lord HE’s our protecting guard Who can be against us, When the Lord is with us?
But whoever causes one of these little ones who believe in me to sin, it would be better for him to have a great millstone fastened around his neck and to be drowned in the depth of the sea. – Matthew 18: 6, 10) “See that you do not despise one of these little ones. For I tell you that in heaven their angels always see the face of my Father who is in heaven”