Little Andy Talks with God
It's Sunday
Hi, Mr. God.
What'cha doin' taday?
Are ya busy makin' more people
Or can ya take some time ta play?
Maybe we could go a fishin'
Or some other stuff,
'Cause daddy says it's Sunday
An people's worked a'nuff.
Daddy use'ta go ta work
'Cept on Sundays.
Now, he jest talks to the people
An He reads your book the other days.
Do ya s'pose that Jesus could come and play,
an ride on a cloud for me ta see?
I really want to touch one.
'Cause I think they are so pretty.
Lil' sis is too little
Ta go an play, like I do.
She jest slobbers an smiles a lot.
An now, she got some teeth she grew.
Maybe we could play catch
Or take turns ta use the bat.
Do ya s'pose he might come?
We could go where the big boys are at.
They don't let me play with 'em
An, sometimes, they make me feel sad.
They call me "stinkin' preacher kid".
Mr. God, is that somethin' bad?
But, if Jesus would go with me,
They'd let us both come in.
I don't think they know Jesus.
Do ya know if they knowed him?
Or, maybe, we could play cars;
Or maybe, jest sit an talk.
Or, maybe, we could jest
Go an take a walk.
Let me know, pretty soon,
Before I have ta go ta bed.
I can't stay up too late, ya know.
That's what my momma said.
What ever you guys want ta do,
It's ok with me.
I jest want ta be with you, Mr. God,
'Cause I love ya a whole lot. Ok?
From Little Andy
© 2004 by Sandra Griffin
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