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MY YOUNG SON ASKS

My young son of four was praying by his bed 
Being his father I listened hard to what he said
He asked God why people all around should die
Good luck God I thought for telling him why 

My son of four then asked why people are poor
More good luck for God I knew that for sure
Difficult questions from a young boy of four 
He wasn't finished he had several things more 

He asked God about the war and all the killing 
I still listened but I could feel my eyes filling 
Such sad things to ask God on this winter's night 
With that I left and made sure I was out of sight

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Jayjay Jennie KHC

Such a heartwarming write and I get what you mean small innocent little minds trying their best to understand and grasp at what is happening in the world around them so many questions they like to ask but so many unanswered for their hearts aren't yet ready to hear to believe to take in all this hatred we try for them not to see God bless you and your child 

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KIERAN1369

Thank you for your kind comments it is only fictional account 

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