Everytime a child is born, the gospel is proclaimed.
Everytime a child laughs, the eucharist is observed.
For children have a special way about them.
Something that us old sinners have long lost.
To say a Child’s a gift is more than an understatement.
They are not the gift. They are the givers.
To say a parent’s a teacher, misses the point.
We are not the teachers. We are the students.
Let the little children come to us,
For the kingdom belongs to such as these.
For unto us a child is born for us.
And so we all are born and born again.