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TRUST JESUS TODAY
The scene was a happy one as kids ran and chased the ball,
Divided into teams they laughed and joked, one and all.
One side became the skins by pulling off their shirts,
And the girls on the sidelines twirled in their summer skirts.
But Johnny was on the sideline too, looking rather grim,
And it was clear for all to see, there was no fun in him.
He tried to look brave as he ran his hands through his hair,
But itís not easy for a twelve year old, in his wheelchair.
He hadnít wanted to come, he hated these large picnic days,
But his folks really cared, so he gave into their convincing ways.
But now his only wish was, that he was back home in his bed,
And there were many times that Johnny, wished that he was dead.
No one remembered seeing where he came from, or even how he arrived,
But the old man laughed, as he wheeled his chair up to Johnnyís side.
Someone seemed to remember that they saw a tear roll from his eye,
As in compassion it dripped down onto, his out of time bow tie.
He ignored Johnny, but was soon cheering at the top of his voice,
He praised the running players, the ref, and even the coachís choice.
He really got himself right into the game and had just began to clap,
When as an aside he offered a jelly baby, to the little crippled chap.
The old manís laugh was so contagious; it soon became the hook and reel,
That caught Johnny by surprise; he soon forgot how he used to feel.
Unable to resist the magic, Johnny found himself simply carried along,
As the old man wove a spell of joy and sang a new and wonderful song.
They soon had their heads together, two strangers in wheelchairs,
Youthful sorrow lost, and a magician with his silvery gray hairs.
And in the moments blessing, the lad forgot he was unable to run,
He was too busy learning how to play a new game, one so full of fun.
They shared a couple of mustard dogs and sank a tinny of coke,
They laughed until they cried as they went from joke to joke.
Then they joined in the celebration as the final whistle blew,
And his mates were surprised, to find that Johnny was cheering too.
No one saw the old man leave; he just simply wasnít there.
And no one could ever remember helping him, with his wheelchair.
He was never seen again, he had simply vanished like the mist,
But Johnny never forgot the day, when he received an angelís kiss.
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