Playground (1 John 3:7) (Psalms 118:8)

granny always told me to beware of strangers
mommy told me to fight back
when bullies wanted to take my place
but recess conquered all my childish fears
and sparkled a radiance upon my face
eager as a child going outside to play
i played in the playground of this man's mind
i rolled around the warm sand of his arms
swung higher and higher on the swing of his words
i slid down the slide of his body
i quickly and strongly climbed the monkey bars of hope
careless and free this playground became my world
i knew to be home before the street lights awoke
the sky was now a blended contrast of colors
the sun began to set
but wait! there was one thing i haven't done
one thing i haven't played on yet
i joyfully sprinted to the see-saw
knowing this would top the run back home
i sat down and realized there was no balance
all this time i had been playing all alone
i became angry at this man
and was timid to go back out and play
until one morning a friend came by and took my hand
never looking back to the playground
recess was now in the promise land
i am no longer angry as my granny tucks me into bed
i fall into a field of playful dreams
swimming in rivers of candies' sweetness
climbing mountains of my favorite icecreams
i play in the mind of another man
they call him Jesus Christ
mommy says i can come home only when i need rest
because this place knows nothing of night and street lights