Five children on the playground,
    At recess, played a game.
As I watched them FOLLOW THE LEADER,
    These thoughts of caution came.

They laughed, and jumped, and copied
    Everything the leader did.
Just a game - that's fun for all.
    I played it as a kid.

Those children on the playground
    Today will laugh and scream.
But tomorrow turn from recess
    To play out life-long dreams.

As life becomes the playground
    Where tougher games are played.
And the winners and the losers
    Result from choices made.

They'll be playing FOLLOW THE LEADER,
    'Though not as a childhood game.
They'll do the things that someone else
    Determines, just the same.

And will it be a class-mate?
    Or a friend that's not a friend?
Or someone who makes a promise
    That's broken in the end?

Or will they FOLLOW THE LEADER
    Who, himself, is being led,
Like children playing recess,
    By someone further up-ahead?

Someone like The Saviour
    Who leads with tender love,
And walks a path that pleases
    His Father, up-above?

Five children on the playground,
    At recess, played a game.
As I watched them FOLLOW THE LEADER,
    These thoughts of caution came.