A child with a stick
Fills with imagination
Then the weapon moves quick
For each retaliation
A child needs but one
To be a super hero
It is a water gun
That battles an inferno
A child left alone
Needs not some great inducement
To embrace what's good and right
And dark evils to lament
It starts very young-
The need for justice and truth
This battle is far flung
And then what happens in their youth?
That very thing they fought
Becomes their constant battle
Who will help them to get caught?
Perhaps the child in them will tattle
Studying the gospel is like- Catching a double rainbow; Each drop of wisdom reflects light- Hinting there is more to see and know!
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