Monday, July 21, 2014

The Little Soldier Boy

While lying in the rubble of bottles, cans and toys
the Finders eyes were captured by a little soldier boy
and almost as if waiting for the toy to make his plea
he tenderly was lifted from the rubble and debris.
With gentle, loving hands the little soldier was repaired
and soon began to realize - someone really cares.
No more the dark and lonely nights
that once had filled his life,
the soldier boy all clean and new stands proudly in the light.
But the story is not over, it's just beginning don't you see -
For the finders name is Jesus, the little soldier boy is me....

by Chico Holiday

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