She sat there on her Grandpa’s knee,
As he read to her from her book.
She felt first of his cheek, then hers,
And her face had a puzzled look.

She touched his gnarled weathered hands,
As she sat on his bony knee.
And then she asked him once again,
“And you think God also made me?”

He answered her with grandpa love,
“Yes, Little One, I know it’s true.”
Then looking at his wrinkled skin,
“And are you sure He made you too?”

Once more she felt both their faces,
As Grandpa said, “Yes, he made me.”
She giggled to herself and said,
“God’s getting better, isn’t he?”