When teaching

On the far side of Jordan,

Jesus loves kids,

That he assured them.

When some children

Were brought around,

Disciples looked at them

With a frown.

They just wanted

The touch of His hand.

The disciples

Had to take a stand.

“Don't be bothering

Jesus that way.

So, you kids,

Just go on and play.”

Jesus was very

Displeased with them.

And I figure,

They never did that again.

“Allow these kids

To come to Me.

It's the kingdom of God.

Can't you see?”

I know that Jesus

Must have smiled,

When He said to make it in,

You must come as a child.

With Child-like faith,

Just believe.

Those children that day,

They received.

Jesus held them

In His arms so tight.

Blessed them.

Kept them in His sight.

I wonder,

When these children grew,

The things they said,

What did they do?

In the early church,

What role they played?

What words they shared,

to see men saved?

As they traveled

across the land,

And spoke of the touch

of the Master's hand.

So still remember,

this today.

Not to send

the children away.

Because tomorrow's

saints of Zion,

May be that little one

That’s squirmin' and cryin'.