We Pray For The Children


We pray for children who put chocolate fingers everywhere, who like to be tickled, who stomp in puddles and ruin their new pants, who sneak
Popsicles before supper, who erase holes in math workbooks, who can
 never find their shoes.

And we pray for those who stare at photographers from behind barbed
wire, who can't bound in the street in anew pair of sneakers, who
  never go to the circus, who live in an X-rated world.

We pray for children who bring us sticky kisses and fistfuls of  dandelions, who sleep with the dog and bury the goldfish, who hug us in
a hurry and forget their lunch money, who cover themselves with
  Band-Aids and sing off key, who squeeze toothpaste all over the  sink, who slurp their soup.

And we pray for those who never get dessert, who have no safe blanket
  to drag behind them, who watch their parents watch them die, who can't  find any bread to steal, who don't have any rooms to clean up, whose
monsters are real.

We pray for children who spends all their allowance before Tuesday, who  throw tantrums in the grocery store and pick at their food, who like  ghosts stories, who shove dirty clothes under the bed and never rinse  the tub, who get visits from the tooth fairy, who don't like to be  kissed in front of the carpool, who squirm in church and scream in  the phone, whose tears we sometimes laugh at, and whose smiles can make us cry.

We pray for those whose nightmares come in the daytime, who will eat anything, who aren't spoiled by anybody, who go to bed hungry and cry themselves to sleep, and who live and move, but have no being. 

We pray for children who want to be carried and for those who must, for those we never give up on and for those who don't get a second chance. For those we smother....and for those who will grab the hand of anybody kind enough to offer it.