Oh would I were a little child

Oh would I were a little child.

Oh, would I were a little child

To see the splendour of the field

And wonder at the flowers wild.

Oh, would I had a simple view

Of every tiny thing that grew

And gathered in the morning dew.

Oh, would I had the greatest trust

In God’s provision from the dust

Of all I need – such things I must.

I must respond in prayer to Him

Who lights my darkest corners, dim

With all my fears. My heart would brim

With greater love and joy and peace.

I’d walk with Him and never cease

To thank my God for my release.

Please, Lord, make me a little child

In heart and soul. Thus may I yield

A greater harvest from life’s field!

Peter J Ainscough