For My Own Good

by Fred Baus

I'm called on the carpet
And put on display:
I'm marched down the aisle
And told to obey.

Mom smiles weakly.
Dad looks very stern.
It's time I step up
And get what I've earned.

There are other kids with me --
Some crying, some not.
We're all herded together
In one little spot.

Then comes the lecture --
It's kind, but quite clear.
In fact it's the reason
My family is here.

You're probably wondering
What I just did.
You see it each Sunday.
It's the sermon -- for kids.