To Jesus—

Sometimes it seems my relatives expect me to be like my

 older brother.  They ask me why I can’t hit home runs like

he does?

My sister is always so polite and proper. People say I

Really need to be like her!

The only thing I’m good at is mowing our front lawn—not much

Success in that is there?

I’m thinking now about the man who was walking by on our

Sidewalk today.  He said I’m taking good care of the yard.

So help me to remember his complement when I don’t feel very

Successful…                           Amen.

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Hello God,

Today my brother’s mean to me;

He tries to make me mad.

And now I’m asking You to come,

So I can still be glad

I want to treat kids nicely;

You came to show us how.

But help my brother to be more fair,

And make him start right now.

Dear Jesus,

What makes a birdie sing his song

While the snow is swirling down?

I wonder if he’s cold out there;

But he never wears a frown.

Mama said my angel cares

When I’m tucked in bed at night.

So then I feel safe in the dark;

And I sleep so well ‘til it’s light.

                                                Amen.