To some a simple gift is given,
A child’s perfect trust
That holds faith in an easy grasp,
Believes because it must,
Speaks gently with the Lord of all,
Walks daily in the light,
Lives knowing of the coming Day
Secure within its sight.
Dream deep before they see,
Wrestle by rivers in the night
And seek the healing tree;
Map out the shadows of the heart
The darkness of the soul
Until they feel at last the balm
That makes the wounded whole.
I would have gone the simple way
If I had known my choice:
But you put forth another call
And I obeyed that voice
To go through death and live again
Holding because I must
Only the promise of the light
At last with perfect trust.