How would you make a new toy?
With wood and some string and some Gloy?
With things you could see and then touch?
And switches and buttons to push?

How do you think of a friends?
As companion at games to attend?
Who can call you and answer you back?
And share things, and meet in the park?

Why send a child to school?
-You can't hold it or save it from harm.
Are you hoping, when lessons are done,
It will home to where love was begun?

Would you make a new toy that goes wild
In its own way, and does as it pleases?
Would you like a friends who can't see you,
Or hear you, or touch you, or say?

Then why did God make this world so?
No fun or companion to him?
Was it hoping, when lessons are over,
We'll home to love who's our God?

Daphne Wilshere 1998

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