When Jesus was young we would play in the yard 
We would run and play so very hard

He would look at the birds and say those are mine
They would fly around him all the time

We would go down by the brook and rest in the shade
He would say. Look at all the things my father has made

I did not understand.  We were just kids playing every day

We grew older. He said he had to go. 
Something about his Father’s business 
I do not know

Then one day I heard they had Crucified Him
It hurt my heart so

He was such a nice boy. I couldn’t understand why they would kill this man

I went to the garden to tend to the flowers
There stood a man I did not know
It scared me at first. Then I hear him say

Don’t you remember me? 
Look at all the things my Father has made for me

I feel at his feet
And cried dear Jesus I love you so

We talked for awhile 
And then he had to go
Something about his Father’s Business 
I did not know

But now I feel whole and have love within 
Because Jesus came to visit again.