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| A Little Girls Prayer |
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| A little girl sits at home, staring at the TV screen Tears fill her eyes, from images that she's seeing. The newsman is now saying, America is under siege. There's terror in the sky, as she watches people fleeing. Right before her eyes, the towers begin to crumble. Pentagon now in flames, she swears she feels the rumble. Her heart is filled with fear, for she cannot understand. What could cause such hatred, within the heart of man. She sees the deadly aftermath, and the pain it can cause. The death and distruction, of a man without pause. Running from the TV, and the horror it is showing. She screams for her Mother, tears are overflowing. Mommy what is happening, are we all going to die? Where is Daddys airplane, is he still in the sky? Why is all this happening, i do not understand? Why are people dyeing, why do they hate our land? Her mother starts to trimble, as she sees events unfold. Arms around her daughter, as she tries to console. She tries to find the words, to tell her trimbleing child. There's people in this world, with hearts so cold and vile. They care not for human life, nor there fellow man. Life is no more precious, than a single grain of sand. Honey i don't know why, people do the things they do. Some are truely mean, but most are sweet like you. But you must always remember, what your Father said. To keep your faith in God, and always bow your head. Right there on the couch, they bow their heads in prayer. To watch over Daddy, and keep him safe up there. Lord please keep my Daddy safe, and bring him home to me. He is in a plane right now, and needs your help you see. Mommy says dont worrie, but it's all i can think about. I saw those people die, and so many never got out. I know your very busy, with all thats going on. But I really need my Daddy, so we dont feel so alone. And be with all those people, thats helping everyone. My Mommy says they need you, to help them carry on. And protect us from these bad men, who like to hurt and kill. Please dont let them hurt us, im so afraid they will. Thank you OH Lord for listening, I hate to bother you. But you always make me feel, like I am special too. AMEN Written by: Maynard Carnes 10-27-01 |
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