The Heart of a Child is a Scroll
The Heart of a Child
The heart of a child is a scroll,
A page that is lovely and white;
And to it as fleeting years roll,
Come hands with a story to write.
Be ever so careful, O hand,
Write thou with a sanctified pen;
Thy story shall live in the land
For years, in the doings of men.
It shall echo in circles of light,
Or lead to the death of a soul.
Give here but a message right,
For the heart of a child is a scroll.