When I was just a kid
Oh, the colorful eggs we hid
We played all day
It was always a fun way
Then we would eat our lunch
Sometimes it was brunch
Then off to play some more
Until it became a bore
When the evening drew near
Story time was here
Everyone had a story to tell
And it was really swell
When the evening was almost done
I always wanted to hear a special one
I wanted to hear the greatest story ever told
About Jesus and the way he was sold
How He died on the cross
And it was a great loss
But then He came back again
And once more walked among men
How He said he would return once more
He would come to open the door
We would be swept up
There would be no mix up
Believers would go to be with Him
For those who did not it would be grim
What a day that will be
When Him we get to see.
An enjoyably bright and lively work delivered with the author’s customary poetic panache.
Thank you so much Louis. Your comments always boost my spirits. As usual it is a great honor to be found in the midst of so much talent.
lament the day of his pain and glorify his name for he will remebers all… to have his judgement in heaven…all goodness be rewarded 🙂
Thank you so very much for your comment right on the money.
Childhood memories linger on forever
Thank you so much Anoucheka. Yes the good memories are always with you.
An absolutely delightful,nostalgic, and faith-centred work.
Thank you so much Vijay. I always appreciate your comments