"Granny's Patio"

As I put my child to bed
And placed the pillow under head
And tucked his covers oh so tight
His words were sweet, his eyes so bright
And He said:

Mommy, who made the sky
Who made the moon the stars, and why?
Who made the birds and the trees
Who made the flowers and the bees?

Who made the sun shine so bright
Who made the darkness come at night
Who makes the rain, who makes it snow
And who makes the wind sometimes blow

Who made my kitty and doggy too
Who made the animals in the zoo
Who made the fish out in the sea
Who made that eagle flying free

Why do we go to Sunday School
And learn about the golden rule
And when beside my bed I kneel
What is that happiness I feel?

And when I go to bed at night
And you tuck me in so tight
Why do I feel so safe and warm
When you hold me in your arms

What is that feeling deep inside
When you talk about Jesus Christ
What makes me know he loves me so
Please Mommy, Please, I want to know

And I replied:

Oh dear child of my heart
What can I say? Where do I start?
We have a Father who lives above
Who wants to teach us of His love

He sent His son on earth to live
And for us His life to give
So we can be with him someday
That’s why were happy when we pray

That’s why the stars do shine at night
And why the sun shines oh so bright
That’s why the trees and flowers grow
And why He blankets the earth with snow

He put the animals here you see
Not in zoos, but running free
And fish to swim the oceans wide
And crabs and shrimp to swim the tide

He taught us love and showed the way
For us to live with Him someday
He taught us how to live on Earth
He gave us love, He gave us birth

He gives us food and clothes to wear
Water to drink and clean fresh air
When you are older and can understand
I’ll tell you about Our Father’s plan

It tells us how we came to be
And how it always makes us free
To make right choices in our lives
It makes us happy it makes us wise

When you grow to be a man
You’ll learn about Our Father’s plan
And you’ll learn the answers then
And want to live with Him again

Now my child it’s time to sleep
And dream of tiny baby sheep
For He is the Lamb Of God my child
And His love is kind, gentle, and mild

By Shirley Winters
©January/2003

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