Never a picture of god, thoughts of a face like ours,

 As a child, as children did we wonder or believe more,

 The Innocence of a young mind holds fantasies of many.

 Playing in a kingdom just as a child plays in the park,

 Could this place be for a mysterious boys amusement
 Or not.

 Might God be a child, Is this why we grow old and die,

 Possibly a magnificent little boy who created it all.

 When there was nothing was there a who to think there 
 Could be something,

 Might God be a child? If so then how might this soul 
 Have been created.

 How did we go from nothing to something, was God born 
 From nothing?

                 Keith Garrett

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