Her Prayer
Dearest Jesus, I hate this bitter life I'm living. I suffer from abuse caused by my
parents alcoholism. The pain inside just hurts so much. Mommie likes to hit me and daddy
likes to touch.
Jesus, late night when I'm all alone, I feel there's another place I can call home, and
another family I can call my own. Jesus I wish I could just hear your voice on the phone.
But I don't know which numbers to press on the touch-tone.
Jesus please if you're not too busy, cure my parents blindness so they're able to see,
how the emotional, physical scars are affecting me. Don't allow me to be apart of their
growing misery.
Jesus I don't want my mon or dad, and if I had to choose - I would want to come to
heaven, just to be with you. You're the only one who cares and takes time to listen. Jesus
allow my parents to recognize your blessings, so they will understand what it is in their lives
that's missing.
So I'll go to sleep, hoping tomorrow's a better day; In Jesus Name I pray...
Note: I wrote this through the eyes of a little girl, who being so young has love and faith in
her Savior, Jesus. That little girl is now grown - I know her personally. If the innocense of a
child can believe with all her heart in Jesus - so can you the reader!
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