WHERE GOD AIN'T
He was just a little boy, On a week's first day. He was wandering home from Sunday School, And dawdling on the way.
He scuffed his shoes into the grass; He found a caterpillar; He found a fluffy milkweed pod, And blew out all the "filler."
A bird's nest in a tree o'er head, So wisely placed on high, Was just another wonder That caught his eager eye.
A neighbor watched his zigzag course, And hailed him from the lawn; Asked him where he'd been that day And what was going on.
"I've been to Bible School," he said, And turned a piece of sod; He picked up a wiggly worm replying, "I've learned a lot of God."
"M'm very fine way," the neighbor said, "for a boy to spend his time." "If you'll tell me where God is, I'll give you a brand new dime."
Quick as a flash the answer came! Nor were his accents faint; "I'll give you a dollar, Mister, If you can tell me where God ain't!" Author unknown
Page built & D'zine by Grace © 2004 Midi title: Jesus Loves the Little Children arranged and played by Grace
|
|
|
|
|
 
|
|
 |
 |
|
|
|
