A Better World For Little Boys
Sometimes I am so lonely
I don't know what to do.
I cannot go a-fishing
with bait of just a few.
I am a lonely fisherman
nobody wants around.
But Jesus hears my whimper.
He knows my every sound.
I tell Him that I'm lonely.
There's nothing I can do.
I tell Him that I'm troubled.
I cannot shine my shoe.
He takes my hand and leads me
into a world of joy.
Where nothing can deceive me.
I am His little boy.
Janet Marie Bingham
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