The sandbox is quiet and sits in the corner.

 Where did it go that yesterglow, yesterday, yesterme, (at the left side).

Yesterthem, Brother's. In old caravan park on East coastal area 1965?.

Among the things we need to bring back is Sunday, going to be in 'Church family' at worship. Vital but presently it's missing, Required but missing.

Been rejected buts it needed, just a period on Sunday to be reflective.

Me l can do the 'Gospel in songs', followed by cuppa, maybe end with communion.

All retire home, or those wanting more fellowship. To the public house for a beer.

We threw out the sandbox, felt Jesus was one of those childish toys we grew out of. Now we yearn for something more meaningful.

The sandbox is quiet and sits in the corner.

Back then we had discussion about everything from UFOs, to Middle East. Learnt words like Shalom, Kingdom principles were wrestled with, the older folk welcomed the younger ones. Sunday evenings and fellowship around mugs of tea.

OK there was also girlfriends, this was ingredient desired. For all us teens, it was walk home afterwards.

During week many Sandbox topics would re-emerge.

The sandbox is quiet and sits in the corner.