Small

Small

Small room, small boy, small eyes

A dusty light bulb swings gently above

Small bed, small hands, small head

On his knees with love

Small thoughts, small dreams, small tears

He pours out his heart to God

Small face, small voice, small words

I heard everything he said

Dear God I know you’re there

Even though I’m deaf and blind

I can see you really care

Because I’m still alive

When I was burning in that fire

I heard you call my name

I could easily die tomorrow

But be free from all this pain

I just want to thank you now

For the life that I still have

Please bless every soul around the world

Every soul both good or bad

© 6/10/1997, William Grant Preston

Grant's Rants - Poetry