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