WALKING THE TALK

Chloe’s Questions

Mummy, Chloe said,
Why do lines form on your forehead
With a twinkle in her eye, Mummy replied
It shows how many times I’ve gone to bed

Mummy, Chloe said,
If God is real why can’t we see Him
Mummy thought a minute and then replied
He’s like the wind, we experience Him

Ex-peri-en-ce? Said Chloe,
Yes my dear, He wakes us up each morning
And we can see the pretty flowers opening
We can hear the birds singing and to one another calling

Remember Chloe,
in autumn when the wind blows hard
At times its whistles as it rushes through the trees
Fallen leaves brown and yellow filling our backyard
We rake and rake, at times bending on our knees

Ah, said Chloe, about this invisible God
Does He really make the moon and stars to shine at night
With a peaceful smile Mummy gave a nod
Yes, she said and the sun at noonday to shine so bright

God is a Father to us
He gives us food to eat and clothes to wear
He keeps us safe, even when we ride the bus
He is always near because He is everywhere

Mummy, Chloe said,
Why is God in  heaven is he dead?
No, no Mummy said, God is alive and well
He answers my prayers so I can surely tell

Mummy, Chloe said,
My teacher said that Jesus died for us
And, if we want to go to heaven and see Him,
Then accepting Him as our Saviour is a must.

Mummy stood and beamed with pride,
Her happiness distinctly unable to hide.
How right your teacher is dear Chloe,O Yes,
Only Jesus gives us Salvation and eternal rest!

 

God bless, LolaA

 

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Comments on: "Chloe’s Questions" (2)

  1. This is so true. Thanks for posting.

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