A difficult experience of Childhood and the freedom of faith in Adulthood |
A child loves, a child trusts, a child laughs Then a child hates, a child fears, a child cries The child grows, but hope fades Then the adult runs, the adult hides, the adult lies To cover pain from far away, in a distant place Left there by ungentle hands Left there in disgrace, a poisoned life Wandering, crawling, unable to stand Only Your touch Lord can find The child so long ago broken Only You can see the whole The picture complete again You touch, You love, You wait For the long anticipated glimpse Of a heart that knows Your name, of one Who starts to trust and no longer limps But jumps for joy, is no longer lame Is no longer deaf, no longer blind Is no longer living within A broken, shattered, tormented mind But cries out aloft a mountain, the name of God For it is only You who can reach inside The adult, so far down, so far within And can still heal the wound of the child. |