Rhythmic Stories December 20, 2020

STEVEN

1961-1965

He was playing baseball with his cousins that had come
Playing baseball was little Stevies favorite game

The boys kept after him to retrieve the fly balls
Stevie would run get them he didn’t mind at all

His mother kept yelling, Steven stay out of the street
No matter where the ball went, there went his little feet

He didn’t see the car and the driver didn’t see the small boy
It sent him flying in the air, he became a lifeless broken toy

Everyone stopped in shock, suspended With no sound
Staring but not moving, hands and voices Couldn’t be found

Steven died instantly and when it was all over
Millions of tears were flowing from sad eyes like a river

Sometimes life ends abruptly unexpected in the blink of an eye
No one knew that on this day it would come from a car that came flying by

The loss that day could not be measured
Only old photographs left to be treasured

I’ll look for the day when that boy becomes a man
It’ll happen In paradise from our loving God’s hand

The time when death will be no more
God has the keys and he’ll unlock the doors

All the little boys will come running out
They can race everywhere and play and shout

It’s never the end when our God is involved
Before there’s a problem it’s already been solved

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