Emphasis Preaching Journal
As his mother tucked him...
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As his mother tucked him into bed one night, the boy snuggled beneath the covers said, "Mom, would you say my prayers for me tonight?"
"Why can't you say your own prayers?" asked his mother.
"I don't think God and me are on such good terms just now."
"Why don't you think you are?"
"Cause me and Billy Simpson put some mud in Mrs. Allen's mailbox."
"Don't you think God can forgive you if you're sorry?"
"Why can't you say your own prayers?" asked his mother.
"I don't think God and me are on such good terms just now."
"Why don't you think you are?"
"Cause me and Billy Simpson put some mud in Mrs. Allen's mailbox."
"Don't you think God can forgive you if you're sorry?"
