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Through the Eyes of A ChildAs a little girl I road the Sunday School bus to church I would sit on the edge of my seat like a bird on her perch I was so hungry for all the words Pastor Weaver spoke to me But what does this all mean? how do I live this way Lord, was my plea I determined I would be just as the Bible said was right Every single time I tried I got into so much trouble and I had to fight I was laughed at and hit and called names too I thought, Jesus why is this happening I just want to be like you I said to Him, when I asked you into my heart Lord? Didn't you promise You would make everything in my life all right? In reality, it became such a huge mess I just knew something was wrong with me I must confess Maybe, just maybe, I was wrong, He does not love me My life was getting a whole lot worse not better, I was looking through the eyes of a child, you see. Debra McGee Trammell 11-03-04 Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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