Innocence of a Child’s Prayer
There is a small boy
Who knelt down by his bed to pray one night.
This is what he said:
I know you are used to hearing grownup’s prayers.
I am little, but could you, maybe, hear my prayers tonight?
My grandpa is sick and has something I can’t say,
And he doesn’t feel like playing with me anymore.
I never had a daddy,
And Mama said he did not want me.
Jesus, why would he not want me?
I don’t think I did anything wrong.
My mama works at night at the diner
While I stay home by myself.
I am scared, so I make a tent in my room to hide.
I have a flashlight, too.
I wonder why other kids in school make fun of me.
Billy said I was a welfare kid.
I sure don’t wanna catch nothing to make me sick,
Like that welfare stuff.
Last Sunday, a church bus came and picked me up
To go to Sunday school.
I didn’t have nothing special to wear, but it was fun.
They told me all about you.
They said you listen to everybody’s prayers, big or little.
They also said, you have a big house
And the ones who believe and love you can live there.
Are there angels there, and no bullies?
Maybe I might even get to live with you and have plenty to eat.
Do you have ice cream there?
Jesus, if you are listening, can I come live with you?
My mama will not have to work so hard,
And Grandpa said he is coming to live with you real soon.
I guess I said all I wanted to say.
But please, think about it, OK?
Oh, gosh, I forgot to say, “Amen.”
So precious is a child’s prayer, so innocent and true.
With the same heart, we should humble ourselves when we pray
As God’s children.
“So Lord, as a grownup, but a child at heart,
Can I come live with you, too?”