ALL THE SAME

I didn't understand a word she said
But I knew what she meant
Speaking in an unfamiliar way
Yet in tones of clear intent
Waving loose arms in the sky
And the pleading voice
Distorting the nose and eyes
In a crescendo of noise
Children are all the same
Sleeping or crying
Playing their own version of the game
And not realising
That we were once children too
And know all their methods
Living by the same set of rules
Our parents had set us
And Jesus loved the little children
For deep down He knew
That their minds were still uncluttered
From an earthly point of view
And Jesus loved the little children
And so must I
Remember that they're just a child
With a simple view of life