Precocious Child

He was never seen as a precocious child
Until his father looked down and smiled
Then miraculously he would grow
Searching for wisdom and things to know

He soon understood that he must wait
To learn the things that are not innate
Thank God he had the great fortitude
To hold on to his humble attitude

Created by a great intelligent design
Drawn to the mystic glory of the divine
Where beauty goes unrecognized
While holiness is just memorized

None has ever been born with no affliction
Without the need of some kind of addiction
To stand alone and walk without crutches
Who cannot be healed by the love that touches?