I think that I have always been
A child of God who prays to win
The chance to walk above the clouds
Where angels gather into crowds.
I’d roam around and seek to find
A pathway that must surely wind
Along the road up to the gate
Where Jesus’ own disciples wait.
If I should act just like a lamb
And none would notice who I am
Perhaps that might be ever keen
I could be there right on the scene !
Claire V. Bogdanos 