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Show Me The Way
![]() A little boy with tears in his eyes Knelt down to pray as he cried. He whispered Dear Lord, I must confess My mom and dad are such a mess. So many times they fight and fuss And then they wonder why I cuss. They never show any love to each other Is it any wonder why I don’t like my brother? It is nothing for them to abuse alcohol and dope I wonder Dear Lord, is there any hope? It is nothing for them to tell their lies They can’t even see the tears in my eyes. Dear Lord, I ask you to show me the way To help my parents every day. Help me to show them how to love and to care Let them see as a family we have so much to share. Lord, I don’t want to be like my parents you see I would rather be all that you want me to be. I don’t want to grow up to be mean and cruel I would much rather live by the golden rule. Author: Gloria J.Shuttleworth Copyright 1987 ![]()
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