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A Little Child


She snuggles into my arms
finding the perfect fit.
Her small hand reaches to touch my face;
contented crooning escapes her lips.
Her big brown eyes slowly close
and her tiny body relaxes
totally trusting its weight to my care.
She sleeps.
I stand in the soft glow
of one electric Christmas candle
and contemplate the depth of my love
for this beautiful granddaughter of mine.
If I, in my finite, sinful humanness
can love this little child,
can I not believe how much
my heavenly Father loves me,
His child,
and can I not completely relax
in His loving everlasting arms,
entrusting my total being to Him
and become as a little child?

A. Fast-Vlaar

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