That Little Boy
A ghost was in the hall today;
That little boy had come to play.
For one brief moment, laughter long;
In just another he was gone.
But in that flash in my mind's eye,
I saw so much of days gone by.
That little boy had come to play.
For one brief moment, laughter long;
In just another he was gone.
But in that flash in my mind's eye,
I saw so much of days gone by.
But now those times, those precious years,
Have slipped away despite my fears.
Spent day by day, they seemed to last,
But looking back, too quickly passed.
It's all done now, my chance is gone
To shape a soul and spirit strong.
Our time's so short, let's not forget
To live each day without regret.
Let's give our all, so looking back,
We'll feel no shame, nor loss, nor lack,
On having wasted years, ill spent,
And left a child without God's bent.
Copyright 1996 James McAlister
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