I See a Child (Let Her be Free)
I see a child running uphill through winding mountain streets donned in clothes as white as snow with nothing on her feet. She laughs as her hair blows backward silklike as flags in the wind looking behind her and laughing as she's chased by a jubilant friend. I only saw her for a moment but I'll always carry this plea - Oh Lord my God, protect this girl I pray she is always that free. I pray she is always running uphill and never once being dragged down I pray that her clothes stay snowlike until they are woven into her wedding gown. I pray the ones that are chasing her will always be innocent friends and the only time that she ever feels trapped is when they are playing pretend. I'll smile when I think of that child as pure and playful as can be and I'll pray every day that is how she will stay - I pray she is always that free.