PRAYING THROUGH YOUR STORMS
PRAYING THROUGH YOUR STORMS
Mama I'm hungry
I need something to eat.
My stomach is hurting
I'm getting weak.
Mama,why don't we,
Have a place to stay.
I want to have friends
With someone to play.
I see all the little girls
Playing in the street.
With pretty little dresses
Nice shoes on their feet.
They all turn to look at me
With my clothes all dirty and frayed
As they start to laugh at me
I cry and run away.
Mama why don't they like me
Am I ugly or what.
She'd say,no darling your beautiful
We just don't have a lot.
Children only see the outside
They don't see the heart within.
Go now and pray for them
To Jesus your friend.
He knows that you are hurting
He has been hurt too.
They also laughed at Him
He knows the pain you go through.
He'll lift you up,give you peace
From deep within.
He'll take away your tears
When you pray for others sin.
Pray for the little girls
Who have hurt you so.
For the pain they have caused you
They do not know.
You may suffer now
For a little while.
But God will always be
With you my child.
He'll give you peace
In the midst of the storm.
If you only trust Him
And wish none of them harm.
Then one day you will see
That God always had you in His arms.
How prayer set you free
Because you prayed through your storms.
By,Linda Knight
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