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SMALL CRIES I TAKE BEFORE I SLEEP
‘IS IT THE ANSWER TO DEAL WITH PROBLEMS?’
I ASK MYSELF
SMALL PROBLEMS FOR A SMALL PERSON

IS IT NECESSARY TO SHED SMALL TEARS?
SMALL EVERYTIME I AM IN PAIN
‘ARE MY SORROWS TOO SMALL TO BE CONSIDERED IN HEAVEN?’I ASK THE LORD

IT IS TOO HARD TO GROW, IF GROWING MEANS GETTING THROUGH PAIN
I SOMETIMES SEE LIGHT, BUT TRY HARD TO KEEP IT BURNING
LOST IN THE MIST OF LIFE, LOVE AND FEAR
PLEASE HELP ME LORD, I AM JUST A CHILD.

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  1. Date: 11/20/2012 11:07:00 PM

    I like this! Where you ask 'are my sorrows too smal to be considered in heaven?' -it seems that way sometimes, but then we are reminded that even the sparrows are well taken care of, so humans should not feel rejected. Well penned poem Mapaseka!

  1. Date: 10/1/2012 8:08:00 AM

    Today is the start of a new month and a new week. I am starting to read what looks to be some exceptional writing this morning. So glad I was able to read yours Prudence. Love, Carol

  1. Date: 9/30/2012 7:56:00 PM

    well done! we're all just children really. warm thoughts, Ralph