We played in a field full of trees
Me and my brothers, we were three
The youngest one, on our shoulders we carried
And when we sat, he was on our knee.
But little by little as days went by
He could crawl, was trying to walk
But try all he could, he would fall
And cry aloud, too young to talk.
So I made sure he would never fall
For I carried him always in my hand
And soon I saw others his age
Running and jumping across the sand.
My bigger brother came up to me
He said of things that one cannot learn
Places that one cannot reach
Unless he falls, fails or takes a wrong turn.
So now I stand in the shadow of a tree
Watching and praying, hoping today it would be
Ready to rush, console and wipe away tears
Or to say, "I knew you could walk. See!!"
1Jn 5:16 If anyone sees his brother sin a sin not to death, he shall ask, and He shall give him life for those that do not sin to death. There is a sin to death, I do not say that he shall pray for it.
Joh 6:44 No one can come to Me unless the Father who has sent Me draw him, and I will raise him up at the last day.