TWO BOYS  NAMED  ERIC

By  Dean Beaty  7/15/05

 

My name is Eric and I just turned eight.

I canít remember the last time I ate.

I live in a land where warring goes on.

I had brother but now he is gone.

 

My name is Eric and I just turned eight.

I live in a box that use to haul freight.

I donít go to school, it burned down last year.

The clothes that I have , are these rags that I wear.

 

My name is Eric and I just turned eight.

I live in a land that God has made great.

I live in a house with toys galore.

If I want some food, I just ask for more.

 

My name is Eric and I just turned eight.

Some time Iím told. ďNow, clean up your plate.Ē

I need to thank God for all He has given.

This land where I live and His son from heaven.

 

My name is Eric and I just turned eight.

I have it so good, thereís sure no debate.

I wonder if Eric across the wide sea,

Will hear of Godís love.  Is that up to me?