The soul of a child is the loveliest flower
That grows in the Garden of God
Its climb is from weakness
to knowledge and power
To the sky from the clay and the clod





To beauty and sweetness
it grows under care
Neglected, its ragged and wild
Its a plant that is tender
but wondrously rare
The sweet, wistful soul of a child

The Soul of a Child
Be tender, O gardener
and give it its share
Of moisture, of warmth,
and of light
And let it not lack
for thy painstaking care
To protect it from frost
and from blight





A glad day will come
when its bloom shall unfold
It will seem that an angel has smiled
Reflecting its beauty
and sweetness untold
In the sensitive heart of a child

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The composition Conversation With My Soul is copyrighted © 2000 Bruce DeBoer
and is used with permission of the composer