When I was a very young boy
I would look up at all the stars,
Trying to find where God lived
Could He see me from that far?

I would ask Him many questions
Do these birds still live at home?
And do their mommies worry?
When they fly around and roam?

God do you have a pretty wife?
I would try and guess her name,
Does Jesus have many brothers?
Do you wrestle and play games?

And as I’ve grown, I have realized
The many blessings from childhood,
My parents raised me as a Christian
And to talk with God whenever I could…

© Jeffrey Paul Guest
May 19, 2006