Little Andy Talks with God
The Bad Boy
Hi there, Mr. God.
I gotta p'oblem. Can ya help me?
I didn’t mean ta do a bad thing.
It happened from somethin' I seen.
This mornin', at church, I saw
This lady throw a letter on the floor.
So, I gave it back ta her, a'fore
She went out the door.
She looked really mad at me an
I heard her say, "Preacher's little brat!
His mother should teach him more manners;
An where do ya s'pose she’s at?"
Now, I guess she’s gonna tell my momma
An I will hafta stay in my room, taday;
An can’t go with the others kids,
When they go out ta play.
Now, the lady’s mad at momma
For the bad thing that I done.
Sometimes, I do bad things an don’t know it.
I didn’t mean ta upset anyone.
Daddy says, that people should
A'spect your house more better.
I was just tryin' ta tell the lady
She shouldn't throw down her letter.
I guess I did wrong, huh?
Mr. God, I'm gonna cry.
Sometimes, I do bad things
When I don’t even try.
Would ya help momma an daddy
Not ta be too mad
'Cause I'm really sorry an
Don’t wanna make them sad?
Will daddy be shamed on me
An are ya shamed on me, too?
I bet Jesus never did anything
Bad, like I didn’t mean ta do.
I saw James a writin'
In the new song book.
But, I better not tell daddy
In case he’s mad cause I look.
If I tell daddy, is that bad
Or if I didn’t tell?
Mr. God, please help me.
I don’t want ta die an go ta hell.
I'm scared, 'cause I guess I am a brat
An I think a brat is a devil boy.
I seen one on the TV show.
His name was Chuckie. He was a bad toy.
I didn’t ask momma a'fore I saw it.
She came in an turned the TV off real fast.
Then, she told me never ta watch that again
Or nothing else, less I ask.
Mr. God, am I a devil boy?
Oh, please help me not ta be.
I promise I won't tell on anyone,
No madder what I see.
I wish I was more like Jesus.
He always knows the good thing ta do
An he would never do somethin'
Ta get people mad at you.
I gotta go, now.
Daddy’s done shaken hands, at the door.
Should I tell him what I done, right now,
'Bout the letter on the floor?
I love daddy an momma so much
An they are good ta ever one.
Help me, Mr. God,
Ta be a better little son.
Tell Jesus I said 'hi' an
Give his mom a hug, from me.
Please a'give me. I’m sorry.
It’s me, little Andy.
© 2004 by Sandra Griffin
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