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Children see color as crayons,

beautiful art which represents

oceans, flowers, sunsets and dawns;

hues of people, this sight ascends.


Were we to see as children see

before the influence of hate

our hearts and minds would remain free

as we were born and was innate.


We’ve lost the purity of sight

and turned our backs on God’s great gift;

but if we reach out to the Light

He once again our souls will lift.


His love and grace and mercy still

are in our reach; do not despair.

He lives within us, that’s the thrill;

He always hears our silent prayer.


So wipe your tears, and once again

Remember you’re His precious child.

See others as your godly friends

Whom Christ has also reconciled.


©Rio Rinaldi Rachmatullah

©Rio Rinaldi Rachmatullah

One day some parents brought their children to Jesus so he could lay his hands on them and pray for them. But the disciples scolded the parents for bothering him.

But Jesus said, “Let the children come to me. Don’t stop them! For the Kingdom of Heaven belongs to those who are like these children.” And he placed his hands on their heads and blessed them before he left. (Matthew 19:13-15)