Children at play we are now
it’s time for us to enlarge our hearts
and loar in the garden
Sight unseen reality
Seems golden as yellow apples on a tree
Our Father watches us as we’re at Edens park
With other His other children
As everyday
We rest we play
Some of them needed
Some are unloved and dismayed
Do I as a child stop what matters
And give them the time of day
So a question is is it better to play in the garden
Rather than to labor engaging nurturing humanities hurts
Father saying playtime is over it’s time feed
to labor their “worth” we are God’s
Children at play it’s time for us to enlarge your hearts
And dlobor in the garden
10/29/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2022©
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