A toddler I was with a broken hand,
Chasing Thy footprints on dunes of sand,
Unknown was the force that made me run,
for He stopped to suddenly turn.
The day when my fingers held by The,
Showers of blessings bestowed upon me,
He had seen me amidst a multitude,
That glorious moment of solitude.
His words on the slab dark,
About the journey I was to embark,
And the kind words with a smile,
He was with me for a while.
I wish, I could run to Him today,
and cling to the robe that does sway,
Or can I be the tiny fragments of dust,
That Thy feet trust.
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