Ps.8 Song of the child
Simplest song twinkles orbs of burning gas light, From child breath flows a parent’s great delight. While war is made and won in 10000 men refrain; Up to the top and half way down and down and up again. Pure song of innocence goes round and round; the journey of a child to lay their worship crown. To … who’s the king of the jungle, the sea, the universe, me? Child bright surrendered joy and faith becomes a song that all will see.