Written by Stan Buriss Presented by all the castless than you know ... when I was a child, I knew less around and
around, I was happy and laughed. Day followed day, when my
mother would feed me, and raise me and tell me the stories of Jesus, or home
-- He had no home!
where He lived with the goats and the children. With others.
With the other children in your mother's arms, you learned the stories. You ate the soup, the breakfast food. You learned the stories you were being told at home, and at church, and
now, you're old enough to know to each, his own! Her own. You eat food, draw more thoughts with the words you've learned- make money, if money is around
- or shorn or square! Anywhere in-between with your name in-between ...
... and choose your own church. Sunday is the day, if you work, you know. God!
You eat well enough. You know well enough, that you are a child of the
church. You eat well enough. You work for your money (that hourly wage and the Word, God's Word, are enough, bye-and-bye!) Enough, given help from your brother, hungry or less ...