longing for a childhood
from a far far distant past
the pictures that are painted there
in rose colored melted glass

when nothing really mattered
except to go out to play
with all the world before me
now dissolved in a haze of gray

for trials bring their fires
and storms their crashing waves
eroding strength and hope and joy
with worries all my days

it’s rather easy to stand and judge
saying give it to the lord
but emotions war fiercely strong
while i tremble all the more

someday his peace will come
and ease my child-like fears
at the presence of my saviour
in the day he dries my tears