Little Andy Talks with God
The Fishin' Trip
Hi there, Mr. God.
It's me, little Andy, again.
I was sick, yes'erday.
Didn't ya wonder where I been?
Momma says it's spring fever
An she says daddy's got it, too.
You take good care of yourself, here,
So I won't pass it on ta you.
I'll stand away, a bit,
So I won't be 'tagious.
Daddy says we're goin' fishin',
That that would be good for us.
Do ya wanna come along?
We got hot dogs, chips, an soda pop.
We'll build a fire an stuff, an
Have marshmallows with chocolate on top.
I was jest wonderin',
Could ya bring grandpa along?
He wouldn't have ta do any of the work,
'Cause I know he isn't very strong.
Daddy says he's all better, now,
Since He went ta your house ta stay.
Grandpa really loves fishin' and
We haven't been since he went away.
Grandpa took me, last year,
Mr. God. We had so much fun
An we ate the fish we got, an
We laid on a blanket ~ in the sun.
Do you an Jesus go fishin'?
Grandpa can teach ya how, if ya ask him.
He's an expert, daddy says.
He says Jesus is a fisher of men.
Now, I dunno about that.
But, if daddy says so, then it's true.
Are the men in a boat, or what?
S'pose it's different, up there, with you.
Well, I hope he gets lots of men, Mr. God,
So as they won't drown.
They need ta learn ta swim, I guess,
'Fore they go near the water an mess around.
Daddy says we need ta be like Jesus
An be fishers of men.
Hey, Mr. God, how do I do that?
I can hardly bring a little fish in.
But, if I see any guys in the lake,
I'll throw them my life jacket.
Prob'ly have ta let daddy. He can
Toss further, so they can get it.
Oh, Mr. God, grandpa never
Told me all about that.
We never saw any guys
Where we were fishin' at.
But, I'll keep a watch out,
Jest in case we do,
And, after we fish them out,
We'll send them on ta you.
I sure wish grandpa was here.
This year, he was gonna teach me
How ta bait my own hook an stuff,
An I could sit on his knee.
I guess daddy will do that, now,
Since grandpa's busy helpin' Jesus.
Don't tell him we've been sick,
Else he'll worry 'bout us.
'Sides, momma says we'll feel better
If we go fishin', taday.
Says we'll come back feelin' good.
Daddy says, "Yes dear, any thing you say."
Well, Mr. God, daddy's ready.
Maybe you could come over late;
That is, if ya can.
If Jesus wants ta fish for fish,
When he gets 'em,
He can cook 'em in our pan.
Well, Mr. God, Sir, tell every one 'hi'
An that I love 'em all. I sure do.
Well, daddy's honkin' the horn, ta go.
It was nice a talkin' ta you.
Bye, for now.
Little Andy
© 2004 by Sandra Griffin
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