"Then for the first
time in my adult life a very old tune from
childhood started going through my head. It
was my voice, but it sounded like a little
boy singing the same line over and over
again. The child that I had once been was
singing full of innocence, trust, and hope.
loves me, da
da da ..." There was only that bit of the
tune and those few words that I could
remember. We had sung those words in Sunday
school when I was a child.