A Prayer For The Children
          Let us pray for children who put chocolate fingers everywhere,
          who like to be tickled, who stomp in puddles and ruin their new
          pants, who sneak popsicles before supper, and can never find
          their shoes.
          And we pray for those who have no shoes, who stare at
          photographers from behind barbed wire, who never
          "count potatoes", who are born in places we wouldn't be
          caught dead in, who never go to the circus, who live in an
          x-rated world.
            Lord in your mercy, Hear our prayer.
             
          We pray for children who bring us sticky kisses and fistfuls of
          dandelions, who sleep with the dog and bury goldfish, who hug
          us in a hurry and forget their lunch money, who cover with
          band-aids and sing off-key, who squeeze toothpaste all over the
          sink, who slurp their soup.
           
          And we pray for those who never get soup, who have no safe
          blankets to drag behind them, who watch their parents die,
          who can't  find any bread to steal, have no rooms to clean up,
          whose pictures aren't on anybody's dresser, and who's monsters
          are real.
             Lord in your mercy, Hear our prayer.
               
          We pray for children who spend all their allowance before Tuesday,
          who throw temper tantrums in the grocery store and pick at their
          food, who like ghost stories, who shove dirty clothes under the bed,
          and never rinse out the tub, who get visits from the tooth fairy, who
          don't like to be kissed in front of the carpool, who squirm in church
          and scream in  the phone, whose tears we sometimes laugh at and
          whose smiles can  make us cry.
          And we pray for those who have no allowance, those whose
          nightmares come in the daytime, who will eat anything,
          who have never seen a dentist who aren't spoiled by anybody,
          who go to bed hungry and cry themselves to sleep, who live
          and move, but have no being.
          We pray for children who want to be carried and for those
          who must, For those we never give up on and for those who
          don't get a second chance.
          For those we smother, and for those who will grab the hand
          of anyone kind enough to offer it.

          Lord in Thy Mercy, Hear our prayer.
           
           

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