Prayers From Someone Small
Prayers from someone small
Jesus just got a call,
She tells him about her life.
Her brother is in strife,
as he fights for his life.
War an hate belong to this place.
People kill an they steal
thinking of no one but them selves.
Bombs rock the ground
as our family's make no sound.
We hide from the men in suites,
that carrying guns an lots of troops.
Momma was killed in the explosion
while me an bub's life is in motion.
"Please" Lord stop this fight
so maybe we may just have a life.
Take away the bad men
an let us live, "Lord".
Please hear me now
as the bomb hit the ground.
There was no more sound
from a little girl's bomb ridden town.
Copyright © Anita Harris | Year Posted 2016
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