she was eight years old.

we stole glances at each other all afternoon.

as we worshipped, i watched her and tried to keep beat with her steps.

she was eight years old. and she had more passion than me. 

as we prayed i couldn't take my eyes off of her.

she was eight years old. and she was praying intimately.

 

after we left, i couldn't forget her.

she was eight years old. and she showed me the heart of worship.