Lost Child By Bernadette Goemans

A fair child, barefoot in the field
Heaven’s pure gift to sinful man
A splash of heaven in her concealed

Golden locks fall down and shield
Her from the scalding sun
A fair child, barefoot in the field

With spring comes the chance to be healed
The child to bring happiness to man
A splash of heaven in her concealed

Only joy, happiness and purity can she wield
And yet we disdain her life and shun
A fair child, barefoot in the field

She is the child whose lips are sealed
Torn from the world soon after her life began
A splash of heaven in her concealed

Mankind ignored when she, for life appealed
A shattered possibility for her life’s plan
A fair child, barefoot in the field
A splash of heaven in her concealed