Dear Lord
Dear Lord~
I prayed last night that you could heal.
My uncle has got a bug, my family says.
They tell me, though, that this bug
isn't like the flue or the cold,
because this permanent and hurts a little more.
They say, he'll lose weight at dramatic
speed; he'll be bald in a week;
oxygen is hard to grasp; and he'll
cry more often.
They tell me though, Lord, he will leave
us with saddened hearts but it will improve
his health. There's a golden gate, my
family says, where every good person
goes to to find the bestest peace~ any
person who has been hurt too much
and want to be blessed with happiness.
The only thing though, is that they never
come back. They lose contact with
friends and family and home.
So, Dear Lord,
can you kill this bug my uncle has?
It scares me just a little bit.
Love one of many of your daughters.
Amen.
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