When Prayers Aren’t Answered

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I had finished my prayer, but I was too scared to look, HE might be here this time, so I waited.  Frank still begged and pleaded between each little sob, he was close as always, and I cried even more.

I had to know, the danger charging me like I had touched the electric fence for the cows, finally I chanced a peek;  this was when the change was born.

Even as I read of this small Child’s death, that seems to have meant very little, the prayers of two little boys reach out of the past and touch me deep.

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