Come as a Child

©2011 Susan Noyes Anderson (poem only)

O, that the meekness of a child might somehow be my own!

My heart would never turn from Thee to find my way alone.

If I could hear as children hear, believe as children do…

then I would always feel Thee near, reminding me what’s true.

But I am often filled with pride, and though I may not boast,

sometimes I fail to look up, even when I need Thee most.

Perhaps I think that I am strong and capable and wise.

I hope that I am all of these, but not in my own eyes.

The world would have me credit every good I do to me,

yet every virtue I can claim is but a gift from Thee,

and every skill that I employ is given by Thy hand.

Why must a truth so simple be so hard to understand?

O, that the meekness of a child might somehow fill my soul,

then would I let Thy goodness enter in and make me whole.

“Whosoever therefore shall humble himself as this little child,
the same is the greatest in the kingdom of heaven” (Matthew 18:4).

(Artwork by Greg Olsen)

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