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At night I see my little one Kneeling by her bed, Precious is the site I see A scarf upon her head. Her little hands are folded And her little head is bent, I wonder what her prayers may be Within them she seems so intent. Her little lashes kiss her cheeks With every breath she takes, Silent as the one before Another prayer she makes. I linger and I listen Just outside her door, Then I hear a whisper Please God end the war. Then I say my own prayer Just outside her door, Thank you for this child God She’s a blessing and some more!
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