His Will  

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"Boys", i said,  

they continued to touch every item,  

there on display.  

"Boys", i called,  

they pretended not to hear me,  

though they had often been told,  

"Do not touch"...  

"Boys", i called louder,  

a half turn in my direction,  

eyes still enthralled,  

by the cheap gaudy junk.  

"BOYS", i half-yelled,  

my anger now grown,  

they come to me with faltering steps,  

looking back and talking about this thing or that.  

One clutched in his fingers, some shoody display,  

a plastic concoction, some idol of waste,  

with eyes filled with wonder, as if it were gold,  

"Dad can I have it?", of course i said "No"...  

Oh children, God's children,  

beside me down here,  

please stay close beside me, please open your ears,  

please come when He Calls you, and don't be deceived,  

there's nothing here Worthy, save doing His Will...  

1999 Bro. James