A little tyke I saw today, scuffing along the road,

Carrying a sack bigger than he, Oh, what a heavy load!

 I stopped and asked the little one, if he would like a ride,

He said, "No thank ya Ma'am" and walked along with pride.

I was so very curious, where this child was going to

And what might he be carrying; I didn't have a clue.

 I watched him struggle with the sack, stopping for a while.

He looked over at me, with a soft and glowing smile.

I couldn't resist one more try, as I watched him as he trod.

I asked him what was in the sack and he said "Something for God".

 With a puzzled look I asked, "You have something for God"?

"Where are you taking it"? I asked, thinking this was odd.

His little face beamed with pride, with a look so very calm.

"I'm taking all the troubles and fears away from dad and mom".

 He told me that his mom and dad were sad and in despair,

But said that God won't give us more than we can bear.

He learned it from the sermon he heard in church that day

To give your troubles to God, for He'll carry you all the way.

 He continued on to a country church, eyes filled with love.

He then knelt down upon his knees, looking to the skies above.

"God", he said, "I come to You, and ask You to take this sack".

His eyes were looking up above and his head tilted back.

 All of a sudden, I heard a voice and saw an image appear,

Then, God spoke to the little lad, and said, "I am here".

"Leave the burdens with Me child, I will carry you through",

The little lad said "Thank you God, I knew I could count on You".

 I drove home in silence after hearing God that day,

 For it took a child to teach me ... all I need do is pray!

~Author~

©Ruth Ann Mahaffey

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