Neville Ashton Beauregard Smith

Neville Ashton Beauregard Smith was a horrible little boy.
It seemed that ever since the lad’s birth, he’d broken every toy.

He’d smashed and bashed and dropped and popped,
And as he squished and squashed, the maid just mopped and mopped…
And mopped…
And mopped.

And not just all that but when he was through,
He would search out the house to see what else to do.
He couldn’t be trusted, he wouldn’t be true,
He’d hide behind doorways, jump out and scream, “BOO”!

He tore and he swore,
And ranted and raved,
He spied and he lied,
But he NEVER behaved.

So when he was done,
(And could think of no more),
Neville went in his room,
And slammed his big door!


Now locked away safely,
In his room how he tried,
To find toys to break!
But instead only cried.

You see, Neville’s not bad,
It’s just day after day,
He’s found ever so sad,
What with no one to play.

Then one day, when there was just no more fun,
In destroying things and dirty looks.
He’d come to an end; he knew he was done,
So he sat himself down among some old books.

So many stories of long ago,
And opening one he read and read,
Of tales of gloom and tales of woe,
But through it all...a silver thread.

These tales so sad, he began to note,
Were really full of love, and joy, and hope,
And as he traveled here and traveled there,
He met a Man, who seemed to care!
The Man said, “Neville, how does it go?”
And what he should say, Neville just didn’t know…
The Man asked, “Neville, why do you frown?”
But Neville could only, would only look down.

Then he asked him again “Could a friend turn your frown?”
“One that will never, ever, never let you down?”
A glow came on Neville Ashton Beauregard Smith,
Something he’d never been ever, ever seen with.

He thought and he thought, and he thought some more,
And it seemed in his heart, there had opened a door!
He just couldn’t help it; his mouth did a bend,
And as he looked to the Man said, ”Will you be my friend?”

Now it’s been many years since that “bad” boy did turn,
To the One who had made him, he later did learn.
For he met His Lord Jesus inside of that book,
A book called the Bible, now won’t you take a look?