I could hear the cherubs laughter,
As they leapt from cloud to cloud,
Off to the side all by himself,
A little one sat, head bowed.
Walking over and kneeling down,
I asked him what was wrong,
With elbows perched on chubby legs,
He told his tale in song.
The sweetest voice I've ever heard,
Perfectly hit each note,
As he related his little worries,
About his troublesome coat.
Shortly I came to realize,
He was singing of his wings,
Believing they were much to small,
"I'll never fly," he sings.
I took his little hand in mine,
And placed him on my knee,
So he could see the others,
Their small wings flying free.
I heard the softest, sweetest gasp,
As something brushed my arm,
His downy feathers gently flapped -
He turned around in alarm.
Suddenly he was soaring,
Surprise in his big blue eyes,
His giggles like delicate music,
As he glided through the skies.
Knowing that forevermore,
Those wings would see him through,
His halo brightly glowing,
As away with the others he flew.
Over the clouds and through the stars,
Playing hide 'n seek with the sun,
These precious little cherubs,
By His side, and having fun.