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
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