A child knelt down
To say her prayers
To find someone to listen,
Her soft and very timely words,
There weren't any missing.
She said "Dear Lord, I'm here again
I need to talk to you,
I'll try not to stay too long,
You know my words are few.
It happened on the street again
The stares upon my face,
They only see the scars there,
And my different race.
Some how I didn't know Lord
I should be of a different shade,
For mama told me all of us
Were in your image made.
I know that I am different
My face and body marred,
But Lord, they make me very sad,
It really is quite hard,
I still have love within my heart
And dreams within my head,
I had to talk to you Lord,
Before I go to bed.
Behind my scars is me Lord
You know there's lots like me,
Who some way have a challenge,
Not a disability.
For Lord you know I'm able
To dream, to live with worth,
Sometimes we all aren't lucky,
To live free from our birth.
So Lord I'm here to ask you
to help those without grace,
To look inside, and find my heart,
And not just at my face.
I'll say good night now, to you Lord
Thank you for being there,
To listen to a heart of love,
A little child's prayer."
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