When I was a child I was a big dreamer. I dreamed of things like flying cars and trips to Mars. I dreamed fantastical dreams and explored an exciting world. I watched the birds and breathed in the fragrant beauty of many a flower. I literally thought I was a part of what I considered to be paradise, a world with unbounded possibility and endless beauty.
And then, I grew up. And nothing is like I thought it would be. Nothing.
And so, as I exist today well into middle age, I so long for the innocence of those dreamy, sunny, aromatic days full of the joys of childhood and as I think about what bothers me most about the way the world has become, I remember a now-haunting refrain from those days so long ago. So, on the cusp of this holiest of Christian holidays, I would like to offer it to you now, illustrated by the images that most shatter that long-ago fantasy of a utopian future.
Jesus loves the little children
All the children of the world
Red and yellow, Black and white
They are precious in His sight.
Jesus loves the little children
Of the world.
Jesus died for all the children
All the children of the world
Red and yellow, Black and white
They are precious in His sight.
Jesus died for all the children
Of the world.
Jesus rose for all the children
All the children of the world
Red and yellow, Black and white
They are precious in His sight.
Jesus rose for all the children
Of the world.
Jesus loves the little children
All the children of the world
Be they yellow, black or white
They are precious in his site
Jesus loves the little children
of the world
If only they could dream the dreams I dreamt as a child, and then live them.
If only...