The New School Prayer
Young child with blocks
Now I sit me down in school
Where praying is against the rule
For this great nation under God
Finds mention of Him very odd.
If Scripture now the class recites,
It violates the Bill of Rights.
And anytime my head I bow
Becomes a Federal matter now.
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Our hair can be purple, orange or green,
That's no offense; it's a freedom scene.
The law is specific, the law is precise.
Prayers spoken aloud are a serious vice.

For praying in a public hall
Might offend someone with no faith at all.
In silence alone we must meditate,
God's name is prohibited by the state.
Young girl with riding toy
We're allowed to cuss and dress like freaks,
And pierce our noses, tongues and cheeks.
They've outlawed guns, but FIRST the Bible.
To quote the Good Book makes me liable.

We can elect a pregnant Senior Queen,
And the 'unwed daddy,' our Senior King.
It's "inappropriate" to teach right from wrong,
We're taught that such "judgments" do not belong.

We can get our condoms and birth controls,
Study witchcraft, vampires and totem poles.
But the Ten Commandments are not allowed,
No word of God must reach this crowd.
It's scary here I must confess,
When chaos reigns the school's a mess.
So, Lord, this silent plea I make:
Should I be shot; My soul please take!
Amen
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God's little children
Have the brightest of eyes
And the purest of hearts
And yet they often cry

Pain steals the moments
That should be filled with smiles
Risking the life
Of the meek and the mild

Suffering in silence
They dream children's dreams
But there's a place in which
Compassion streams

It's a place that only angels tread
Surrounding children's hearts
Dancing with the hurting child
Never again to part

A place where laughter fills the air
With parents joining in
A place where wishes come to life
And spirits always win

So darlings dream your biggest dreams
And reach up towards the sky
For you will walk where angels tread
And spirits never die




My gratitude for this poem goes to this amazing place:

Children's Rainbow Mountain Retreat






Wanda's Home