The poem below this post reminded me of a poem I wrote about ten years ago or so, it is the same theme and though it was an early poem of mine and I think there are a few good lines in it.
Led By A Child
The purity of children, God's most precious gift,
When I behold it's beauty, I'm aware of the drift
I've taken from virtue, in its grandest form,
It's God's reminder of what'll be the norm
in the Kingdome Eternal, where the saints will be filed
before the throne, and lead by a child.
It's been said that infancy is a Messiah that pleads
fallen man to aspire, more than all written creeds,
and God with his Spirit, each son would adorn
with the innocence of children, holiness reborn.
Words fail to express, like the beauty of the rose,
the impression of innocence on someone who knows,
his life has been stained, and darkened inside.
When from the bosom of God he ceased to abide.
So God has planned each birth to begin
His display of purity, to draw us back again.