Ouch, What was that

Mom, I got an ouy

And now it’s red and ooy

So here I just sat


Mommy, tell me why it hurts

When I’m just with all my heart

Trying to do my part

And I only just began to start.


Your skin is soft and tender

Whatever‘s hard and sharp

Will surely be an offender

When pressed in very far


Jesus made you special

And when you are not in trouble

There is no ouy

But when you do have to be sorry

                                                                                      He will make it well.