The Colonel's Sandbox
Copyright 2000 by Jon Gill

(V.1)
Little Bobby’s in a world
Where he is in control
All his forces swirled
Into a manageable whole
Foot soldiers brought
By the big Tonka truck
A battle to be fought
To free the Hot Wheels that are stuck

He decides who lives, who dies
Who gets buried in the sand.
Colonel of the Sandbox, he
Directs with a ruling hand

(V.2)
We live in a warring world
Gone far out of control
Political forces hurled
Our morals in a hole
Wealth and possession sought
Power to attain
Ugly wars and battles fought
Just for personal gain

Who decides who lives, who dies,
Who gets buried in the ground?
The Colonel of this great Sandbox
Is nowhere to be found.

(V.3)
In the Supernatural world
Where God is in control
He has his loving fingers curled
‘Round every single soul
We do not battle flesh and blood
But a spiritual enemy
Jesus’ blood, the grace flood
Gives us the victory

God decides who lives, who dies
Who gets buried in the sand
Colonel of this Sandbox, He
Rules with a Loving hand.


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