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Poor pitiful you!
Drugs. What about the children? Think about it long and hard! Do something for your children. You will then, find plenty of things to do!
If I had room in my house, I would take in all of your children and leave you to grieve for them! You make me sick!
Wanna be cool? If you do, you'll be dead. Is that what you want?
If you're that miserable, get out of your situation. Don't stay a minute longer. If you do, you'll be dead. Is that what you want?
Chicken! You take the easy way out, lay around in a daze.
I overhear people that I don't know, saying things like, "I can see why the young do drugs. There's nothing else to do."
I overhear people that I don't know, saying things to Mothers, with their children present, like, "Go home, take one, just relax."
What about the innocent kids you have? Their sweet little faces? Don't you ever think about John Michael Montgomery's song?
The Little Girl
Her parents never took the young girl to church
Never spoke of His name
Never read her His word
Two non-believers walking lost in this world
Took their baby with them
What a sad little girl
Her daddy drank all day and mommy did drugs
Never wanted to play
Or give kisses and hugs
She'd watch the TV and sit there on the couch
While her mom fell asleep
And her daddy went out
And the drinking and the fighting
just got worse every night
Behind their couch she'd be hiding
Oh what a sad little life
And like it always does, the bad just got worse
With every slap and every curse
Until her daddy in a drunk rage one night
Used a gun on her mom and then took his life
And some people from the city took the girl far away
To a new mom and a new dad
kisses and hugs everyday
Her first day of Sunday school the teacher walked in
And a small little girl
Stared at a picture of Him
She said I know that man up there on that cross
I don't know His name
But I know He got off
Cause He was there in my old house
and held me close to His side
As I hid there behind our couch
The night that my parents died
I seldom go to church, but I believe in God! He will make you answer to him, for what you do to these innocent children! God bless the children!
Why God Made Little Girls
God made the world with its towering trees, majestic mountains and restless seas Then paused and said, "It needs one more thing... Someone to laugh and dance and sing to walk in the woods and gather flowers to commune with nature in quiet hours."
So God made little girls with laughing eyes and bouncing curls with joyful hearts and infectious smiles enchanting ways and feminine wiles. And when He'd completed the task He'd begun, He was pleased and proud of the job He'd done. For the world when seen through a little girl's eyes greatly resembles Paradise
Why God Made Little Boys
God made a world out of his dreams, of wondrous mountains, oceans and streams, prairies and plains and wooded land, then paused and thought... "I need someone to stand on top of the mountains, to conquer the seas, explore the plains and climb the trees, someone to start small and grow sturdy, strong like a tree"
He created boys, full of spirit and fun, to explore and conquer, to romp and run, with dirty faces, banged up chins, with courageous hearts and boyish grins. When He had completed the task He'd begun, He surely said, "That's a job well done."
Thought this could use a post again.