Little Johnnys Prayers Aged Seven and Three Quarters.

Right she said it is off to bed, let"s get you up those stairs. It"s half past eight and getting late I want to hear your prayers. Oh no I thought as I was brought to the foot of my own bed. What will I say, oh what to pray so this is what I said. Christ"s tears decreased my fears and reduced my salt outtake. To take my blame make me the same deserves a firm handshake. To die for me to let me see my soul so stripped and bear. Is beyond belief a true relief that someone really cares. Now as for God the poor old sod he sacrificed his son. To create, anoint, to make a point for me and everyone. But the Devil knows the seeds he sows are all quite growing well, that not all faith can reach day eighth and makes an easier sell. So here we are, we"ve come this far in this our modern world. You can be devout about your doubt as your tongue becomes unfurled. So I just say what price to pay for mankind is surely bound. To take onboard all knowledge stored that those who"re lost are found. I"m all for firsts but what I thirst is something more mind numbing. I want to say, he"s on his way behold the second coming. Mother sighs and says "oh my, I think your faith is swaying." So I bow my head at end of bed and pretend that I"m still praying. She left the room in state of gloom, I thought well aint that odd no homework done, oh my what fun. There really is a God! © Ned Flanders