The Snowmum

There was a little boy, and Maxwell was his name His face shone when he saw the snow, he asked to play a game His mummy wrapped him warmly and tucked him in lovingly Come on Max let’s go outside and you can play with me. They built a snowman from the snow, he was tall and round and fat They put buttons for his eyes and they even found a hat. They stayed all day to Max’s delight, but all to soon it was then night Max and mum went inside; he blew a kiss, what a lovely sight The morning came the snow had gone poor Max was devastated He ran outside and looked everywhere, but his fears were not abated He searched the garden and the garage and under each and every bush But all that was left of the snowman was a great big pile of slush. His mother could not bear poor Max so sad and she didn’t know what to say She did something she had not tried before; she got on her knees to pray She raised her eyes heavenward, arms held in supplication This is what I want of you, this is my dedication. I want him to have a snowman each and every day; I want him to be happy I might even go to church, if you can make it snappy The morning came and to his delight a snowman was just there Max ran to his mummy, but couldn’t find her anywhere. He ran into the yard to see the snowman standing It had a familiar face-just like the picture on the landing. God had answered his mummy’s prayer, but he was not one to be mocked He had turned Max’s mum to snow and now she was quite shocked. So remember what you pray for, and just do it carefully What happened to Max’s mum could happen to you or me. © #GG~ reposted to celebrate the fact we are snowed in .