Two Little Boys

[Jo McDonald]

Two Little Boys

There were two little boys
Walking down a dusty lane ..
They came upon this old white house .
With broken window panes.

The paint was faded, the shine was gone ...
The grass had grown so high .
Still they made their little feet go ..
To see what was inside.

They opened up the squeaky door ..
And then it came to light .
This must have been an old church house ...
Once upon a time.

Dirty, dusty wooden pews ...
A pulpit that still stood ...
A Bible laid upon it ...
Though the pages weren't too good.

An offering plate and song books too ..
Were lying on the floor.
They must have left this old church fast ...
The day they closed these doors.

And over in the corner ..
A piano was still there ...
It must have played a pretty tune ...
But I guess nobody cared.

So little Bill looked up at Tommy
And Tommy looked at Bill.
'Why don't we clean this old church up,
And get these old pews filled?'

They took a rag and wiped the dust,
To try and make things shine ....
And then they took the offering plate ....
And put in it their last dime.

They took a broom and swept the floor ..
And picked up broken glass ...
They got it all so nice and neat
And then they mowed the grass.

They lifted up the old church sign ..
And stood it by a tree.
Right down by that old dirt road.
Where everyone could see.

They ran back home, to find Daddy gone
But their Momma was inside ..
Just to find her hurt again
When Daddy had made her cry.

Don't cry Momma, wipe those tears,'
Little Bill and Tommy smiled..
'Cause we have a big surprise for you ...
Just down the road a mile.'

Hand in hand they tugged at her ..
Until they made her run ....
'What Is it Bill, Oh Tommy,
Just what have you two kids done?'

And then they came upon the house ..
Once hidden by the weeds .
And there it stood, a country church ..
Just like it used to be.

But what is it, Mother? What's with your tears?
We thought this would bring you joy.'
'Yes, but hush kids now and listen close.
My two sweet precious boys.'

They both got quiet and stood real still ...
For the words they heard so true ...
Was Daddy praying in the church ..
With his head bowed on the pew.

'Forgive me Lord! Forgive me Lord!
Though I'm not worthy of Your love ...
Shine down on this sinner man.
Sweet Salvation from above.'

For I've been out in the world, You know ..
Living my life all wrong ...
Until I came upon this church;
The place where I belong.'

'I never noticed it before .
All those times I passed it up ..
I guess I wasn't looking, Lord
Or maybe I was drunk.'

'Bless oh Lord, yes, bless oh Lord,
The one who made me see ...
This little church that used to hide ....
Behind all those tall weeds.'

And then he raised his head and stood
With his hands high in the air.
To find two, dirty, tear-faced boys .
With Momma standing there.

They ran up to him, hugged him tight ..
As their tears fell on the floor...
'Don't worry kids, I'm not the Dad,
The one you've known before.'

Things are different for us now.
So keep on those pretty smiles ....
And let's go gather people in ..
To walk down these church aisles.'

Then Bill looked up at Tommy
And Tommy looked at Bill ..
'Come on brother, let's get to work .
To get these old pews filled.'

'For we need no special blessing
or cleaning up this church .....
Cause, God gave us back our Daddy ...
And that's more than gold is Worth.'

Sunday morning, pews all filled ..
And smiles on every face
Especially two little country boys ..
The ones who found this place.

Though it was hid back in the weeds .
And so far out of sight
Nothing's ever hard to find ...
If you're walking toward God's light.

1 John 1:7 'We walk in the light as He is in the light, we have
fellowship with one another, and the blood of Jesus Christ. His Son
Cleanses us from all sin.'









 

[Judy Harder]

Thank you Jo for this blessing.

  "And, a little child shall lead them!"

[dnalexander]

Jo posted a nice poem. As I searched to see who wrote it I found the following poem. It is intended as a satirical response to the poem Jo posted. While it is a more harsh poem it does make a comment on today's world.

The Crackhouse Behind the Weeds

Just two gangbangers walking down a trash-strewn lane ... They came upon

This old white house ... They broke some window panes.

The paint was faded, the shine was gone ... They smoked some grass and got

High .. Then they stomped their booted feet ... To see what was inside.

They jimmied up the squeaky door ... And then it came to light ...
This must have been an old church house ... Once upon a time.
Dirty, dusty wooden pews ... A pulpit that still stood ... A bible

Laid upon it ... Though the pages weren't too good.
An offering plate (but damn, no cash) and song books too ... Were lying on the floor ...

They must have left this old church fast ... The day the Feds raided these
doors
And over in the corner . A piano was still there ... But you can't play hip-hop on the keys...
So I guess nobody cared.

So little Billy-Club looked up at Tommy-Gun . And Tommy-Gun looked at Bill ... Why
Don't we take this old shack over, and get our orders filled?"

They took a rag and wiped the dust ... Their drug scales, they did shine
And then they took the water pipe ... And put in it their
Last dime.
They took a broom and swept the floor ... And made shanks from the broken glass
They got it all so nice and neat ... And then they sowed the
Grass.

They tore down the old church sign ... And posted a sniper in a tree...
Right down by that old dirt road ... Where everyone could see.
They ran back home, to find Big Daddy gone ... But their hoochie mama was inside
Just to find her bitchslapped again ... Where Big Daddy had made her cry.
Don't cry you ho, wipe those tears," Billy Club and Tommy-Gun smiled ...

Cause we have a big surprise for you ... Just 'round the hood a mile."


Hand in hand they hauled at her ... Until they made her run ... "Slow down,
chill out, do the cops have you under the gun?"

And then they came upon the house ... Once hidden by the boards ...
And there it stood, a new crack house .. Just waiting for the hoardes.

But what is it, bitch? What's with your tears? We thought this

Would bring you joy." "Yes, but stfu now and listen close ... here comes Big Daddy and the boys."
They both got quiet and stood real still ... For the words they heard
So true ... Was Big Daddy yelling in the shack ... With his head bowed

On the pew.


Get in here homies! Now listen up!
You know that I'm the bossman ... and I can f*** you up."
For I've been out in the 'hood, You know ... selling my crank all
wrong ... Until I came upon this house; the place where I belong."
I never noticed it before . All those times I passed it up ... I
Guess I wasn't looking. Sh*t . Or maybe I was drunk."
Billy Club and Tommy-Gun. The ones who made me see ... This
Little shack that used to hide ... And now we can grow our weed."
And then he raised his head and stood ... With his hands high in the

Air .. To find his thuggish minions ... And his hoochie momma standing

There.
They ran up to him, and fired their guns... As his body fell on the

Floor ... "Sh*t!! You f***ers!! I should have seen this coming
Before!!"
The war is gonna be on now ... So we better watch our ass ...And

let's go gather people in ... to buy our smack and grass."



Then Billy Club looked up at Tommy-Gun ... And Tommy-Gun looked at Bill ... "Come
On bro, let's get to work ... To get our orders filled."

For we need get rid of the body... And for cleaning up this place ...
We took over from Big Daddy ... Yo Crips IN YO FACE!!!!

Friday night, baggies all filled ... And smiles on every face ...
Especially two gangbangers ... The ones who found this place.

Though it was hid back in the weeds ... And so far out of sight ...
Nothing's ever hard to take ...if you are willing to fight.

1 John 1:7 "We walk in the light as He is in the light, we have

Fellowship with one another, and the blood of Jesus Christ His Son
Cleanses us from all sin."
Won't you please pass this to people you want to be blessed.

Expect the unexpected... Have A Happy Day