Little Boy Blue...

A little boy was born, but not in the usual way. In fact the man on the moon never saw him beneath the surgical lights.

There were bills to pay and so he never learned to walk. He didn't hear about the cat cradles because the silver spoon had it out for him. His mouth may have opened but his smile never did, because the last thing in sight was a shiny pair of silver scissors to neatly slit open his face.

One day he will see; I don't know when. 

But I know they will all see then.

So he won't go home, play ball, or borrow the car keys, this little boy blue. Instead he sits headless in a jar because someone believed they could choose. But his little name that no earthly mother gave is written in The Book and they can't erase it no matter how hard they try or say that they have.

When will they see? I don't know when.

But fight for the little blue children til then.

Every broken silver spoon and rusted pair of scissors is a victory.

Faith is our shield in battle. Without it, we are defenseless against the intimidation of the enemy. So don't let your hashtag, prayer, random conversation, or whatever your method of fight is be without faith. God uses His peoples' faith and the power to bring down mountains has been given to us.

Have I not commanded you? Be strong and of good courage; do not be afraid, nor be dismayed, for the Lord your God is with you wherever you go. - Joshua 1:9