The Little Soldier Boy

  While searching through the rubble 

 of bottles, cans and toys

 The Finder's eye was captured 

 by a little soldier boy

 Broken,  stained and twisted 

 he seemed beyond repair 

 Just waiting to be buried 

 and no one really cared

 Lying in a bunch of trash

 his pride replaced by shame

 trying hard to save himself 

 he cried out the Finder's name

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

His broken heart is mended now

His self esteem restored 

With each and every passing day 

He loves the Finder more

But the story is not ending

it's just beginning don't you see -

for the Finder's name was Jesus

The little soldier boy was       me

By Chico Holiday