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Hi there, Mr. God. I'm so 'cited! Easter is almost here and I get to find the Easter eggs The bunny hided. I really know that bunnies Don't lay eggs. (giggle) That's funny. What I don't know is, why does the momma chick Give her eggs to the little bunny? Daddy was a tellin' me 'bout Jesus And 'bout dyin' on the cross, one day, And how, on that Sunday mornin', He rolled the stone away. He was really strong, I bet'cha, 'Cause the soldiers put it there. But then, Jesus came out all brand new and clean, And was walkin' in the garden, there. Daddy showed me a picture How he died. It made me cry. I don't un'erstand why, but daddy says, "And then, He just went up in the sky." And now, He's back home, with you, And I bet'cha you're glad He's home, and Someday, I'm comin' by your house to live. Daddy says the Bible tells me how. I can't read yet, Mr. God. But, I can print my name a bit. Daddy says you gotta a great big book And I want to put my name in it ... So as I can live up there. I need to print a little better, though. I don't want to mess up your book. I want to write it good, so as you will know. Daddy says I can ask Jesus to take my sin away. So, I'm askin', right now, Mr. God, please, Sir, I'm sorry I was born to be bad. But, momma says She is glad you gave me to her. Momma says you carved my name In Jesus' hand, that day. So, When I get to your house, I'm gonna kiss him And love Him. That's what I want to say. Well, thank you, dear Jesus, for all you do for me And thanks for letting me talk to your daddy. He's really nice, like you. So, have a Happy Easter, from little Andy. And, o yeah! Thanks for the pretty flowers, today. Bye, for now, Mr. God. Happy Easter From the folks at Little Andy's Place |
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