| A Child's Prayer |
|
HI, GOD! IT'S ME, AGAIN. Hello, Mr. God. It's me, again; Little Andy. How ya doing this morning? I hope just fine and dandy. Did you get some rest last night Or were you busy, like most always, Making the world, for me, just right? I saw that pretty moon, last night, And so many twinkling stars. I bet you had extra work, yesterday, Checking out what we were doing up on Mars. I see you made some new babies. They came to earth, yesterday, To bring some mommy some smiles And blessings on their way. Do you like being a daddy To my friend, Jesus? Thanks for letting me talk to Him ~ To thank him for what he did for us. I seen pictures of Him at Sunday School, Talking with little children like me. He sure looks very nice And mommy says he set us free. Hey, there, Mr. God. I'm just asking, Since he got back home with you, Does he still have His chore like before And just what is it that he has to do? I know there are children up there. Do they get to play with the clouds and stars? Hey, do they have school and all, And still have to learn the three R's? I like school, sometimes. But, I like summer better. Do Ya suppose, if I wrote to Jesus, He would answer my letter? I just wanted to tell Him I love Him very much. I'd like to share my toys with Him; Like my crayons, books, and such. Hey, Mr. God. How big are you? Really big, I bet. Is it true your foot prints make the oceans and Did you make mountains from a play dough set? Mommy says you know everyone. So, you must know my friends, too. Do you love them as much as me, Even though they don't believe in you. But, hey, Mr. God. I keep telling them, Maybe, you will call them up, some day. Then, they would really believe and You can come into their heart to stay. Daddy says you hold the world In your mighty hands And, before I was ever born, For my life you made plans. That is really nice of you and I hope I will make you proud of me. But, can I get fully growed up first ~ Before I become what I'm suppose to be? Hey, there, God. When I get to heaven, Can I come and see your house, pretty please? And then, if I am really good, Can I fish in the crystal seas? Well, I hope I didn't disturb you or anything. If you're busy, I'll come back after 'while. Daddy says our prayers often make you smile. I don't know, as I'm a prayin' ... I was just a visiting. Hope I didn't make you all nervous. Were you listening to the angels sing? Well, I'll see ya, maybe, tomorrow; If you don't mind that is. Tell Jesus and His mamma 'Hi' for me And tell Him I am a friend of His. Have a real good day up there. Get some rest, ok? Thanks for talking with me. Now, I gotta go and play. If Jesus isn't too busy, maybe, He would like to come along, too. If you want, Mr. God, We got enough room for you. See ya later. |
|
© 2003 by Sandra Griffin Home Page Poetry |
|
Sometimes, the sweetest prayer is from the lips of a child, in their open thoughts and expressions. We all need to think like children. In some ways, theirs is the greater faith. |
| Other poems by Sandra Griffin A large collection of poems, submitted by Sandra Griffin |
| The Poem Library Contents Page |