The Lad With Dirty Feet
By Nell (Taylor) Freasier
The valiant soldier stored his weapons,
Sword sheathed; dented armor, oh so neat.
But then this yawning weary warrior
Promptly climbed in bed with muddy feet.
“You should teach that lad,” said a neighbor.
To the mother quietly standing there.
But that night as the mother reflected
I overheard this earnest prayer.
“Dear Father, This is just my little boy,
My child who is not quite three.
Now my only solemn appeal is
That he will one day a great man be.
Not great with worldly words or wealth,
Not honored with fleeting fame,
I entreat the soul of a servant,
One who honors Jesus’ name.”
Nell (Taylor) Freasier is a resident of Floresville.
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