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Mall stores are closing;it's ten p.m.;
But the parking lot action is about to begin!  
The first car pulls in ,followed by car number two.
Eight more will show up before they're all through.
You'll find red lights, and blue lights, and chrome a-plenty.
At that age, I never had that kind of money!
Their music is playing, but not very loud;
No need to invite the cops to mess with this crowd.
The braggin' begins as to who's car is the best:
Which one is louder-or cooler-or more customized than the rest.
One kid lights a cigarette and begins blowing smoke;
Two others are laughing at a third friend's joke.
Someone says "Let me use your cellphone so I can call Fred,
Why, there are still many hours until we head home to bed!"
This nightly assembly has been occurring al summer.
School starts tomorrow!  Man, that's a bummer!
They hang together,like their parents before them,
Hoping this gathering will relieve their boredom.
They aren't planning to riot, kill or rob;
And twenty-three kids is a far cry from a mob!
Quiet, well-behaved kids, in one small city,
Yet lacking meaning in life.  That sure is a pity!
Turn to God? Man, you must be old-fashioned!
Come out, Christian youth --and show them compassion
Paul was all things to all men, that he might win some.
Can we do less if we want revival to come?
Will we write off these kids, and say" That's just their lot?"
I'm persuaded that Jesus would not.
Are these friends of yours? Then share a kind word.
Give them some hope. Point them to Jesus our Lord!

                                                                                   Charlie Pelota HSLP  10-17-2004

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