A Little Boy of Seven almost Eight

A Little Boy of Seven almost Eight

Somehow in my minds eye I still remember, 

And see a day that lives forever hidden within me this day,

But fades away a little every day,

As I reach out to share with others, 

The words the Lord has given and placed within, 

That I type today that speaks of Him. 

I truly pray, others will be touched and reach out to Him, 

As they read them, for they tell of His Love that cares for them. 

For I can still hear the words of rejection of that day, 

Of a day of shame, so long ago, that still lives hidden within, 

But fades away a little every day,

When a little boy of seven almost eight 

Stood before his teacher with peers all around, 

On a very cold winter day so long ago, 

And she yelling - words of shame and hate. 

With each beat of her pointer upon the desk in front, 

For she felt she could not teach this little boy of seven almost eight,

The words she wrote upon the board that day for today. 

I still hear the words that she used in telling the world,
How stupid he would forever be. 

I stood there until I could no longer take, 

The shame of my peers laughing and her words of hate,

I closed my ears in fear and ran beyond their laughter and her words of hate.

Somehow reaching up to remove my gourmets of protection from the cold, 

Just to run all the way home bare never looking back or feeling the cold. 

A little boy of seven almost eight, 

Hurting within and not from sin,

Not one tear did I shed or one word left my lips

In rebuttal to her words of shame and hate before my peers, 

That built their laughter that pierced my ears. 

Not one word did I share with my mother that day so long ago, 

For all was kept hidden deep within, 

I thought between me and the Lord, 

But mom knew and had me removed from that room. 

I knowing within my heart today, Jesus covered and protected me that day

And He builds me each and every day by teaching me His Word and Way. 

That day of old, hidden within, fades away a little every day, 

As I follow His Light of Love today. 

His Word within guides today for that day I look upon my Savior's Face, 

From my place at God's Table of Grace.

 Lord, teach me today Your Love for tomorrow and fade away my fears of yesterday, 

Martin Lee Vance 

12/09/2007