I think that we forget to see Until we see a child. We Who grow up tall and grow up fast Forget to let the wonder last, Forget our souls were made with wings, Forget to stand in awe of things, Forget there’s wonder in a hand, Forget that God is great and grand.
We are not mesmerized by grace Or sun or sky or form or face We are not awed by blood or cross. This is our pride. This is our loss.