Peachy Keen In the Splash Zone
I often wonder what it would be like to be four again.
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When you're four, do you think about the girl next to you? That she's laughing at your big splashes?
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Do you wonder if your teacher is happy with your arm circles?
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When you're four, is life all peaches and cream? Without worries? All fun?
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Would you care if your hair looked funny?
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I think life could be simpler.
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More fun. Less comparisons.
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Because the sun continues to shine and turn peach skin into rosy pinks and oranges.
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The sun shines on all of us. Just like the Father's love.
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Bask in it -- the Son-Love. Try new things. Feel secure. He watches the four-year-olds. He watches you.
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