Joshua "The Lord Is My Salvation"

The toys lain about the soggy ground
Previously colorful plastics and smiling friends
Drip sadness into the gloomy morning air.

A grove of weeping willows
We huddle under great black umbrellas
As the cold wind singes our skin.

Reflecting upon the tiny white box
That floats through a sea of tears
From the saddened heavens

Little pharaoh in the golden crib
Rocked to sleep by the hand of God
Fly to the outstretched arms of Granny.