WE PRAY FOR THE CHILDREN
We pray for children who sneak popsicles before supper.
Who can never find their shoes.
And we pray for those who stare at photographers from behind
barbed wire.
Who can't bound down the street in a new pair of sneakers.
Who never "counted potatoes".
Who are born in places where we wouldn't be caught dead.
Who never go to the circus.
Who live in an "X-Rated" world.
We pray for children who bring us sticky kisses and
fistfuls of dandelions and wild violets.
Children who hug us in a hurry and then forget their
lunch money.
And we pray for those who never get dessert.
Who have no safety blanket to drag behind them.
Who watch their parents watch them die.
Who can't find any bread to steal.
Who don't have any rooms to clean up.
Whose pictures aren't on anyone's dresser.
Whose monsters are real.
We pray for children who spend all their allowance
before Tuesday.
Who throw 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 bathtub.
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 into the phone.
Whose tears we sometimes laugh at,
and whose smiles sometimes make us cry.
And we pray for those whose nightmares come
in the daytime.
Who will eat anything.
Who have never seen a dentist.
Who are not spoiled by anybody.
Who are not loved by anybody.
Who go to bed hungry and cry themselves to sleep.
Who live and move, but have no life.
We pray for children who want to be carried,
and for those who must be carried.
We pray for those we never give up on, and for
those who don't get a second chance.
And for those we smother with kindness....and for those
who will grab the hand of anybody
kind enough to offer it.
~Author Unknown
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Who can never find their shoes.
And we pray for those who stare at photographers from behind
barbed wire.
Who can't bound down the street in a new pair of sneakers.
Who never "counted potatoes".
Who are born in places where we wouldn't be caught dead.
Who never go to the circus.
Who live in an "X-Rated" world.
We pray for children who bring us sticky kisses and
fistfuls of dandelions and wild violets.
Children who hug us in a hurry and then forget their
lunch money.
And we pray for those who never get dessert.
Who have no safety blanket to drag behind them.
Who watch their parents watch them die.
Who can't find any bread to steal.
Who don't have any rooms to clean up.
Whose pictures aren't on anyone's dresser.
Whose monsters are real.
We pray for children who spend all their allowance
before Tuesday.
Who throw 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 bathtub.
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 into the phone.
Whose tears we sometimes laugh at,
and whose smiles sometimes make us cry.
And we pray for those whose nightmares come
in the daytime.
Who will eat anything.
Who have never seen a dentist.
Who are not spoiled by anybody.
Who are not loved by anybody.
Who go to bed hungry and cry themselves to sleep.
Who live and move, but have no life.
We pray for children who want to be carried,
and for those who must be carried.
We pray for those we never give up on, and for
those who don't get a second chance.
And for those we smother with kindness....and for those
who will grab the hand of anybody
kind enough to offer it.
~Author Unknown
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