To a Four-Year-Old

My mother wrote this about my oldest brother. It was published in the Gospel Herald~Dec.25, 1956

To a Four-Year-Old

You've a sharp inquisitive mind,
You ask questions of every kind,
From dawn till the stars speck the sky.

"Why can't we go up to the trees,
And catch the sun, please,
Like a plane or a bird in the sky?"

"And why did God make the fly?"
"Where do fish go when they die?"
"Just how can Jesus get into our hearts?
Tell me, please."

Then my heart breathes a prayer
That God His wisdom may share
With a mother asked questions like these.