In a simple moment
a precious boy grabbed a book
The two large words were know to many
in the pew he sat.
Quickly, with no thought he opened the great book
He pulled himself up and placed the book on the pew in front
His tiny hands grasped
the large book
Try as he might,
he dropped the book twice
With a loud thud it fell
Dismayed his parents grabbed it, and handed it to him,
Each time a warning was given
how I prayed he wouldn’t drop it again.
A third time he placed the book in front of him
The words were upside down
Yet, he kept searching through the pages.
Earnest eyes, glued him to the pages.
Try as I might, my focused was not on the sermon
But rested on the little boy, who found happiness in the book
Once we were to rise with our hymnal
He also sat up quickly
His arms hugged the book,
But a last it fell with a, thunk.
His mother grabbed the book and put it away.
My frown matched his.
For here was a little boy
With his dress shirt, crocked tie
not yelling or crying
but contently looking through the pages
of the bible.
The boy would surly get over it, however, the image was imprinted to me.
This little boy sat, so calmly, he found this new book as a treasure.
For about 15- 20 minutes, the little boy sat and looked back and forth through the pages.
How, often do I pick up my own?
Deep down, my number isn’t that high
This little boy was a light to me, to show me who I am.
I pray the faith inside him, would grow strong and true.
That one day he would hold the book, and drop it still.
Because his actions stayed with me,
He wasn’t disgracing many, just the ones that needed it,
The ones who saw Jesus through a child’s faith.