Little Andy Talks with God
Movin' ta God's House
Hi there, Mr. God.
How was your day?
Are ya done lightin' the stars
An puttin' the sun away?
Now that daddy is pastor, ya talk a lot.
So, I s'pose ya 'ready know,
Daddy says we're gonna move
To the church house where we go.
I guess we will live
In your house, with you.
I hope we don't get in your way an stuff.
Will Jesus live with us, too?
I s'pose we can't talk loud or anything,
'Cause you're old an we might make ya nervous.
But, ya know, little sis
Will live there, with us.
She's too little ta un'erstand bein' 'spectful
An, sometimes, she cries in the night.
But, momma gets up an rocks her back ta sleep.
Will that be alright?
Daddy says we, each, got our own room,
So, grandma an little sis won't hafta share;
An we gotta extra room
For visitors that come there.
Momma an daddy are goin' a'morrow,
Ta clean an mop.
Momma says it needs good cleanin',
From the bottom to the top.
Mr. God, how long have ya lived there?
You have a lot a houses, daddy said.
But, I heard my Sunday School teacher say
That Jesus didn't even have a bed.
Will ya tell Him
He can have mine?
I gotta sleepin' bag an
I like sleepin' on the floor, just fine.
Daddy told me, "We gotta a'spect
God's house, now Andy.
It makes Him sad when He sees chewed gum
An wrappers, from someone's candy.
It's a bad thing to dis'spect' it,
Like when they don't wipe their feet
Or write in the Bibles an song books.
It's 'portant ta God how pretty His house looks."
I see daddy, after church,
Pickin' papers from the floor
An he looks so sad, an wishes
They don't do that any more.
I think, Mr. God,
What ya need is a sign
To tell them ta stop it.
Most are big a'nuff ta read.
I will try ta pick up my clothes
An all my toys.
Sometimes, though, Mr. God,
It's hard ta 'member; for us little boys.
Daddy will take good care of your house.
So, thanks for askin' us ta live with you.
Momma will keep us kids pretty clean
An pick up after grandma, too.
You sure got a real big house
An ya got a'nuff for all of us.
If Jesus' mom wants, she can stay with little sis.
But, I want ta share my room with Jesus.
I sure do love ya, Mr. God.
Tell Jesus an his mom
Little Andy said 'hi'.
Good night.
© 2004 by Sandra Griffin
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