I saw you walking home that day,
With a heavy world, but you found your way.
A blue bunny hat, ears in the cold,
Holding your world with hands so bold.
You didn’t know the words they used,
Or how the fear had rules to choose.
Just a backpack, just a street,
Just a child with tired feet.

And I wanted to tell you, ’fore you asked why,
That you are a star in a beautiful sky.

Hey little one, lift up your eyes,
There’s more love here than the fear you found.
You belong under these same wide skies,
Where every heart still knows your sound.
You’re not alone, you never were,
You’re held by hands you cannot see.
The Father of us all walks close,
Right beside you, just like me.

The world got loud, the doors felt tall,
Grown-up voices, heavy walls.
But you carried something strong inside,
A quiet courage you didn’t hide.
You taught us more than we could say,
Just by being you that day.
A child reminding broken hearts
Where every human story starts.

If I could take the fear away, I’d do it now,
So I sing these words, like a quiet vow.

Hey little one, lift up your eyes,
There’s more love here than the fear you found.
You belong under these same wide skies,
Where every heart still knows your sound.
You’re not alone, you never were,
You’re held by hands you cannot see.
The Father of us all walks close,
Right beside you, just like me.

Some build walls, some build a home,
Some forget we all once roamed,
Small and scared, in need of grace,
Looking for a safe, warm place.
If faith means anything at all,
It’s hearing every child’s call,
And choosing love when we’re afraid,
Choosing light the Father gave.

Hey little one, lift up your eyes,
Let hope be bigger than that day.
You belong here, you always did,
No badge or border takes that away.
You’re not alone, you never were,
Your name is written in mercy’s song.
The Father of us all calls you His child,
And says, “My little one, you belong.”

So keep that hat, those ears of blue,
Keep being brave just being you.
We’re learning now, because of you,
How love should look, how hearts break through.
And I’ll keep walking, hand in hand:
Every child is holy ground,
Every child is homeward bound.



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