The Lord gave me this years ago, but it seems so fitting now……..
Why Are We So Serious?
Why are we so serious? Everything seems ridiculous! It’s funny, you know, sometimes I dream of being a child again.
Walking barefoot in the rain – hopping from puddle to puddle.
Watching butterflies land on tiny flowers.
Riding bikes with friends – playing tag and Mother May I.
Its not fair. We think we make the rules.
If we did, would we choose to be a child again?
Running after a puppy – drawing pictures for our Mommies.
Holding hands and skipping down the road – kicking cans.
Why are we so serious? Maybe we are delirious!
Who said games are for children anyway?
Children love through unconditional eyes.
If they fall, they want to be hugged. Deep inside, under the pride, we do too.
Laughter beams within their little eyes. No place or time for lies.
I spy…to them its just a game, but now we play for gain.
What glory do we receive? Do we win? I think it’s sin.
Hide and seek was the most fun when we were caught.
But now we hide and can’t be found. We want it that way.
Why are we so serious. Maybe we’re just furious!
Who caused this anger anyway? When did it happen?
Who turned on the light and said, “Its time to grow up?”
Or, was the light turned off inside? What does grown-up mean anyway?
Why can’t we run and hop and jump? Why can’t we dance and play?
Who makes these rules anyway?
Who said stop laughing so loud, when we’re glad?
All I want is a hug – a BIG one – a big bear hug from a friend.
A hug that seems to never end.
Will you hold my hand just because we are friends and you want to be close to me? Probably not. After All we are grown-up now! Someone might be watching. Touching is not aloud. Where is the child at now?
One thing hasn’t changed – we’re still pretending to be someone we are not. Why are we so serious? Can someone please deliver us? From the pain. From the shame. From the heartache we cause ourselves.
A baby was born today.
Who will teach him to play?