TITLE: The Child By Mcken Wong 09/15/06 |
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The scruffy bear was dirty,
But still clutched by the little child.
To him the bear was treasure,
Anything but dull.
Snowflakes rained from the heavens,
Seemingly dancing around him.
The child gave a small sneeze,
But his breath was wearing thin.
He held the bear tightly.
And brought it to his heart,
“Don’t worry teddy.” He whispered.
“God will be with us.”
All the child could see were snow.
And he prayed for the wind to be kind.
“Please don’t blow teddy away.” He pleaded.
“For he is still mine.”
The child trudged on through the snow,
Leaving behind his faint trail of steps.
A tear trickled down his cheek,
“Where is mom and dad?”
The wind began to drop.
And this brought a smile to his face.
“You are saved teddy;
This is God’s special grace.”
Weaker and weaker the child became.
For he ate nothing the last two days.
“Teddy I am hungry;
Lets search for food right away.”
The child dug through the snow.
But he knew it was futile.
There were only branches and twigs,
“Guess we’ll go hungry for awhile.”
Seeping and draining from him,
Was the strength the child had left.
Finally he stumbled onto the snow,
Awaiting his final breath.
The child was still alive,
His teddy close by his side.
“Teddy I’m sorry;
I’ll pass you to God alright?”
With the twigs he found on the snow,
A little cross was formed.
“God, please take care of teddy.”
His last breath was gone.
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