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Prayer to God
Posted by Hannah, Mar 2. 130 views. ID = 730
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Oh God,
My friends all laugh
When they see me pray
They say that I'm talking
To air so thin
I know I shouldn't care
I know that you are there
But it's hard not to hear
The things that they say
I'm scared, Oh Lord
I'm frightened to get out of bed
I pray to you
To keep me safe
I pray that I will not be harmed
I pray that everything
Will be okay
If you're there
If you're listening
I thought that our nation
So strong and sure
Was a Christian one
With rules and values
Above the others
And yet we are leading
The rest of the world
Away from their Gods
For monetary gain
I can find profanity
I can find whatever I want
On the internet, TV, or on the street
I can see the things that hurt
And I can't say a thing about it
Because it would be rude to
It is their right as Americans
To say, do, or be whatever they want
In front of our children
My role model can be a woman
Who has had multiple husbands
And three abortions
She could have tattoos
Up and down her arms
And nose, cheek, and eyebrow piercings
It wouldn't be normal
To have a role model
Like Benazir Bhutto or Charlotte Bronte
People say
That growing up is hard
They say that the teenage years
Are harder than any other
I think I finally agree
I think I understand
What they meant
What they were trying to say
I think I do
They're throwing out the Commandments
And "in God we trust"
They're not praying
In public halls
To be seen praying
Is against the law
I have to pray silently
With hands at my sides
And eyes open wide
I can't show the respect
That you deserve
Bless me, Oh Lord
Bless me to be safe
I fear the things
They are putting into me
The shots and medicines
I don't know what is in them
I only know that they make me ill
I hope they have a use
Though what, I do not know
I fear every day
That I will not come home
I fear that someone
Will decide to kill
I fear a place
As un-Godly and fearful
As my own school
Where I can vote for president
The kid who just got out of Juvy
I can have a pregnant Prom Queen
But I can't talk about God
I can read about Vampires and Witches
But not about Jesus and my faith
We are not allowed
To teach right from wrong
It is not politically correct
To tell a boy wearing his pants to his knees
That he needs to change
I pray to you, Oh my God
That you will bless me
You will help me
To hold back and stay out of trouble
For, Oh God I don't think
I can take this anymore
So if I am, by chance, shot today
I pray the Lord my soul to take!
Amen
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