Toys

Little lads, out in the yard; Life-long buddies who love to play hard. When Mom calls them in, they are quick to mind. Yet all of their toys get left behind. A truck, a ballglove or some other thing Left in the sandbox-or under the swing! Because, at the end of a long day of play, Who wants to take time to put their toys away? Two men in Aisle 4 of the department store; Seeking new "toys"--though now they cost more! A better fishing pole (bound to improve their luck) Faster computers;bigger boats; perhaps a new truck! They see life now through adult eyes. The toys they leave out, have only changed in size! They're put on display for the neighbors to see, Hoping to provoke them to jealousy. One man is standing all alone, In the viewing room of the funeral home. He'll pay his respects to his buddy today; But there'll be no laughter;no more time for play. The toys are all put awayand one man's life is done. He has entered his eternal home. Will it be in Heaven, or perhaps in Hell? Only that man and God are able to tell! During your lifetime, don't allow "toys"to push Jesus aside; If you're serving your ego,Heaven may be denied! Charlie Pelota