Wish, the Fish # 9 (love)
ONCE upon a splashing time
a little fish wished he could rhyme.
But 'Wish the Fish' lived in the sea
and brought so much calamity.
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The church seemed very quiet there
below each ocean wave -
and blessed, a special mother was,
because her son behaved.
He didn't whine, he didn't squirm,
he didn't make a sound -
and sat so still and reverently
when off'ring came around.
The doctor bills had taken all -
so money? She had none.
The off'ring plate had passed her by
- but not her little son.
Inside his 'hand', his tiny fin
where heart and love enjoin,
a 'clink' had echoed through the church.
Dropped in, his little coin.
Her heart was heavy knowing that
she couldn't show more love -
by doing things for her small son
she thought the world of -
...like take him to a baseball game,
go camping after dark -
...like going on vacation,
or to amusement park.
Then after church, as sun came out,
as pastor shook each hand,
as mom and son had left the church -
the pastor didn't stand.
He knelt through socializing noise
with laughter in the air -
and shook the hand of her young boy,
there in his wheel chair.
That night when they knelt down to pray
for animal and bird -
and other fish throughout the sea,
his little voice, she heard.
Despite their plight, his pleadingprayer
was for a hungry boy -
so fail, she did, containing tears
from overwhelming joy.
With tear-stained cheeks, so proud she was -
the way that he had prayed -
in humble, true sincerity -
with love for poor displayed.
His meager off'ring, God had blessed
as sleep had passed his way.
They say the ocean level rose -
a thousand tears that day.
Now folded up in closet dark,
a dusty wheel chair -
but wholesome legacy of love
is still expanding there -
where coins drop in the offering plates
below each ocean wave.
And blessed, a special mother is,
with treasured mem'ries saved.
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The moral of this poem's great,
if this whole world would love, not hate,
love!
a little fish wished he could rhyme.
But 'Wish the Fish' lived in the sea
and brought so much calamity.
---
The church seemed very quiet there
below each ocean wave -
and blessed, a special mother was,
because her son behaved.
He didn't whine, he didn't squirm,
he didn't make a sound -
and sat so still and reverently
when off'ring came around.
The doctor bills had taken all -
so money? She had none.
The off'ring plate had passed her by
- but not her little son.
Inside his 'hand', his tiny fin
where heart and love enjoin,
a 'clink' had echoed through the church.
Dropped in, his little coin.
Her heart was heavy knowing that
she couldn't show more love -
by doing things for her small son
she thought the world of -
...like take him to a baseball game,
go camping after dark -
...like going on vacation,
or to amusement park.
Then after church, as sun came out,
as pastor shook each hand,
as mom and son had left the church -
the pastor didn't stand.
He knelt through socializing noise
with laughter in the air -
and shook the hand of her young boy,
there in his wheel chair.
That night when they knelt down to pray
for animal and bird -
and other fish throughout the sea,
his little voice, she heard.
Despite their plight, his pleading
was for a hungry boy -
so fail, she did, containing tears
from overwhelming joy.
With tear-stained cheeks, so proud she was -
the way that he had prayed -
in humble, true sincerity -
with love for poor displayed.
His meager off'ring, God had blessed
as sleep had passed his way.
They say the ocean level rose -
a thousand tears that day.
Now folded up in closet dark,
a dusty
but wholesome legacy of love
is still expanding there -
where coins drop in the offering plates
below each ocean wave.
And blessed, a special mother is,
with treasured mem'ries saved.
---
The moral of this poem's great,
if this whole world would love, not hate,
love!
God Bless
Thank you ! Father
God for Wednesday nite service . Your praise service with
thousand s of your children make me so happy !
