He doesn't know one day he'll die
that when it happens someone will cry
He doesn't know he can break an arm
the agony and pain of bodily harm
He doesn't know the stresses of love-
of the Son above's unselfish sacrifice
He doesn't know these things and more
but show him a lion, he'll let out a roar!
He can't yet write simple lines as these
can not drink caffeinated coffees and teas
He can't run a marathon,
can't yet race a cart
but with hardly any effort
he steals heart after heart.
