Poems (Rumell)/Just a boy
JUST A BOY
Isn't he wonderful!
He may be just boy to you;
But I sense beneath his roughness
A depth divine, a something so true,
That when touched by the proper feel,
We soon reach deep wells of richness,
Responding quickly, as magnet to steel.
Isn't he wonderful!
He may be just boy to you;
But I sense beneath his roughness
A depth divine, a something so true,
That when touched by the proper feel,
We soon reach deep wells of richness,
Responding quickly, as magnet to steel.
Isn't he wonderful!
Isn't he wonderful!
He has the power of deepest grief,
O'er a real wound, a real heartache,
Or perhaps, at times, just a belief.
He has the making of Prince or Clown,
And that finer gift, we all would take
He goes from grief to joy in a bound!
Isn't he wonderful!
He has the power of deepest grief,
O'er a real wound, a real heartache,
Or perhaps, at times, just a belief.
He has the making of Prince or Clown,
And that finer gift, we all would take
He goes from grief to joy in a bound!
Isn't he wonderful!
Isn't he wonderful!
O isn't it wonderful that you and I
Have that power, that comes not of the sod,
To give the world, man, with an aim so high,
One knows he is spirit, has only to reach out
To take all that has been promised of God,
And prove the sonship, Christ told us about!
Isn't he wonderful!
O isn't it wonderful that you and I
Have that power, that comes not of the sod,
To give the world, man, with an aim so high,
One knows he is spirit, has only to reach out
To take all that has been promised of God,
And prove the sonship, Christ told us about!
Isn't he wonderful!