She sat there on her Grandpa’s knee,
As he read to her from her book.
She felt first of his cheek, then hers,
And her face had a puzzled look.
She touched his gnarled weathered hands,
As she sat on his bony knee.
And then she asked him once again,
“And you think God also made me?â€
He answered her with grandpa love,
“Yes, Little One, I know it’s true.â€
Then looking at his wrinkled skin,
“And are you sure He made you too?â€
Once more she felt both their faces,
As Grandpa said, “Yes, he made me.â€
She giggled to herself and said,
“God’s getting better, isn’t he?â€
