God, whose face greets us in the gurgling child;
the trusting smile; that smallest prayer of joy,
To the Maker of Heaven and Earth.
God, who calls to us in the bumbling toddler,
Unafraid to fall, knowing Your cradle
Will bear them safely in Your Arms.
And God, who races at us, with the energy of school children;
Who know just the wrong moment to ask that question –
Who climb trees, and graze knees,
And wake to do it all again tomorrow –
God of boundless energy,
Of ceaseless trust,
And of unending joy –
Be with me now.
Pour Your youthfulness into me,
That I may be young again,
And find pure delight, in You.