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CHILD VERSES[1]

THE LITTLE PATH

I think I know the way to heaven —
If I could only try!
A little path that runs straight up
The hill into the sky.

But I have always got to hold
A grown-up person's hand
When I walk out, and one can't make
Big people understand.

So I'm afraid I'll have to wait
Until I am a man
And then I'll find that little path
And climb it—if I can.

THE KIND POLICEMAN

Sometimes I wake at night and hear
Out in the cold, dark street,
The brave policeman going by
Upon his lonely beat.

How very kind it is of him
To have me in his care
It always makes me feel so safe
To know that he is there.

When it is raining very hard,
Or when the snow is deep,
I pray for him, out in the storm
Protecting those who sleep.

  1. From "There was a Time"

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