Toy Maker

Despair... The enemy of all who care.

"Innocence of life is devoured by the downfall of compassion," the Toy Maker says as he carves his fashion. "A tiny toy, simple and plain, but its simplicity is covered by its brilliant colors."

Are there any others, the Toy Maker wonders, who would make the toys each day, to just give them away? Without payment, without price, this is his delight... For a hurting world.

No payment? No, that's wrong, for each toy brings a lovely song to each child's face. And with the toy embraced, the Toy Maker has his joy. So the next day, he can make a new toy.

"The Good Lord gave the gift to all, to bring goodness to every soul we meet and through that, we swallow up defeat." So the Toy Maker says.

But if true worth is measured by how much we give, why do we give so little as we live.

Tiny children, simple and plain, but their simplicity is covered by their brilliant colors.