The Bulletin Boy and His Biggest Fan

There once was a boy, sharp and spry,
Who handed out bulletins with a twinkle in his eye.
“Welcome to church!” he’d cheerfully say,
Brightening each worshiper’s day.

His uncle watched with a knowing grin,
Proud of the boy and the heart within.
“Great job, kiddo!” he’d always proclaim,
“You’ve got this service thing down to a game!”

But the boy, oh boy, he was quite the chatter,
Filling the pews with questions that clatter.
Uncle just chuckled, patting his back,
Thinking, “This kid’s got charisma, no lack!”

So here’s to the moments, the small yet grand,
Encouraging young hearts with a guiding hand.
For in each smile and every kind deed,
A little faith grows—a planted seed.