Let the Children Come

Me voke ro kamer. They tried to quiet the kids with a verse

and last name, Florence. He said, "Don't." You silence their

joy, the rocks won't. While we chase titles with skin never seen

or build fake crowns. They re out here praising, never when no

one around. You want the kingdom? Drop your pride. Get low,

get honest, come inside. Jesus didn't pose like A's died. He knelt,

held the broken, felt what they felt. Children's bell could soft,

echo soft, echo soft, oh well. Children's choir, children's laughter.