That Boy!

That Boy!

Oh, to capture once again,

Wide-eyed wonder of a child,

Flying freely facing forward,

Whisking water slide so wild,

God of mercy; Lord of joy,

How I want to be that boy.

Stomping in the puddled rain,

Catching snowflakes on my tongue,

Climbing high unto the ladder,

Swinging, grabbing every rung,

God of mercy; Lord of joy,

How I want to be that boy.

Jumping, rolling, tossed and tumbled,

Down the greenest, grassy hill,

At the bottom, trudging upward,

To roll again; regain the thrill,

God of mercy; Lord of joy,

How I want to be that boy.

I hear it in granddaughter’s laughter,

I see it in my grandson’s eyes,

Fully happy grand elation,

Feeling inner rapture rise,

God of mercy; Lord of joy,

Found once more that inner boy!

Peter Lowell Paulson

July 6, 2017