We wish to be as a “little girl”

Dancing through daffodils

Or playing a little hide and seek

With the song of a whippoorwill.

Where gloomy days do not exist

And the sun is always bright

Where shoes they aren’t necessities

For the sand is soft-“just right.”

Yet today I see deep hurting hearts

In many “big girl” eyes

So I must tend these hurting ones

And help them now to rise.

Where pain has wrought a tethered soul

And together we unwind

Every sneaky little lie

That steals her joy in life.

But once the healing does progress

Those “little girls” do rise

You’ll see them pulled beside the road

Picking dandelions.

You may sure find one or two

Running with the wind

For Father has just set them free

And now they run with Him.

If your lucky you’ll catch a glimpse

Of a field of lovely blooms

With many “big girls” smelling scents

As Heaven brings their groom.

And when it rains they won’t be sad

For Father sees their need

And they have come to understand

That rain does water seed.

So when you see a “big girl” now

Ask the Lord for eyes

To see the hidden “little girl”

Perhaps with hidden cries.

For what Christ sees in that “big girl”

Is the “little girl” He formed

The very one He chose as His

And knows she’s made for more.