The Children of God

The children of God they say, are who inhabit the kingdom.
Remember the joys you had as a child, how life could be spent
Eternally, with that luster and beautiful affect?
You do a thing, and all celebrate it, no matter how austere.
You play, and live, and have joy at all time.
Do not commit infanticide, by telling your children
To grow old, and matured by the world's echoes.
For that is the beginning of hell, is growing
And losing youth's lusty sheen, and hope.
For as a child, every activity is grand, and sincere.
As a youth, your love is felt deep, and believed to be eternal.
Never lose that hope, or you'll be damned.
Never lose that childlike innocence,
For when rolled up in a ball, it will be an old man
Jaded, and spiteful... not a little child blessed
And though he throw the ball like a weak little child
God raises him up, and swings dawdles him on his knees
And celebrates. For Heaven we will all be children;
Like this, with youthful enthusiasm for all in the Kingdom.
Every youthful lust will be pure, every joy fully experienced,
Every activity fully new, and enthusiasm shall burn.
For, a man could live for eternity with a child's lust for life.
To experience all things new, and be wholly given to the moment
And not care about work, or the future, or the past.
Only the moment, with every moment fulfilling its full potential.