Come little children
Come with me
To the land of majesty
Moonlit nights and stars above
Sunshine days
All filled with love
Come little children
Come with me
To the land of majesty
Mountain tops
And rainbow highs
Where gentle winds
Sing lullaby’s
Babbling brooks
That tell the tales
Of tiny hero’s riding snails
Where all the days
Are filled with smiles
And flowers bloom
For miles and miles
Come little children
Come with me
To the land of majesty
Heaven’s gates are opened wide
And all our lives
Are justified
Kevin Parish 
I like this! I could see it as a song or a picture book–or both!
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Thank you, Liz! Yeah, as I wrote it I was singing it as a song… You are quite the perseptive one, aren’t you? ;-)))
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Yes, yes, I am. 😉
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😊😊🧐🧐😳😳
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😀
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