Saturday 17 August 2013

The boy in the rubble

One day of terrible pain
For a small family
I cannot name
Their little boy
Just wanted to sleep
While mummy & daddy
Went off to work
A fire broke out
There was much smoke
Fire fighters were called
But it was too late
They searched for his body
No luck came
Until my dear father
Entered that day
He said “Look in the bedroom
Look upon that bed
There he was lying
There he is still!”
Poor little boy left all alone
Sleeping forever

Till Jesus comes again

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