Had I been a child when Jesus came
Unto the Nephites that blessed day
And showed them the wounds in His hands and His feet
And knelt with them to pray.
Then He might have held me safe in his arms;
He might have looked in my eyes and said
A word, with His blessing of kindness and love,
His hands placed upon my head.
Someday, when the Savior comes again,
Oh, how I hope that my heart will be
As pure as the hearts of the children that day
Who gathered around His knee.