Hymn For The Children

Their spirits soar on high

They wing with birds that float on by

Your love and mine

Their spirits with the breeze

That gently plays the summer leaves

Your love and mine

Life is a bird in the sky

Life is the breeze blowing by

Time picked the words

Time picked the songs

But we sang them wrong

Their spirits with the rain

That feeds the wheat and weeds the same

Your love and mine

The sun their spirits light

That feels and warms both black and white

Your love and mine

Life is the rain from on high

Life is the sun in the sky

Time picked the words

Time picked the songs

We were the choir

But we sang them wrong

Their spirits bless the cruel

The intellectual, the fool

Your love and mine

Their spirits point the way

But who has noticed, who will say

Your love or mine?

Life is a soft lullaby

Soothing a child as it cries

But it cries in pain

Time wrote the songs

We hear the cry

And still we sing wrong