My Wonderland ~ My Child My Wonderland ~ My Child
      


I took a piece of plastic clay,
And idly fashioned it one day.

As my fingers pressed it still,
It moved and yielded at my will.

I came again when days were past,
That bit of clay was hard at last;
The form I gave it still it bore,
And I could change that form no more.

I took a piece of living clay, (My Child)
And gently formed it day by day.
And molded with my power and art,
A young child's soft and yielding heart.

I came again when days were gone,
It was a man I looked upon.
He still that early impress bore,
And I could change it never more.

"Train up a child in the way
He should go
And when he is old he will not
Depart from it."

Proverbs 22:6