A Child's Request

A little boy the age of six

Come home from school one day

With tear filled eyes he told his mom

What he'd heard the teachers say

We can't have prayer in school no more

The teacher say's it's law

Please tell me why we can't pray mom

I don't understand at all

Some kids are saying God is dead

And Jesus isn't real

Mom all this talk confuses me

How am I suppose to feel

I know I'm just a little kid

But kids have questions too

So if there is no God mom

Then who made me and you

Who made all the trees mom

Who made the flowers to bloom

Who put the stars up in the sky

And hung the silver moon

Who made the gentle breeze to blow

Who made the deep blue sea

Who made all the mountains mom

Who made the air we breath

Why can't we pray in school no more

We use to every day

Our Bible teacher's there no more

They said she went away

All this just can't be right mom

They pushed God out the door

And if He can't be in school with me

I don't want to go no more

The mother lifted up her child

And held him to her breast

She gently wiped his tears away

Then answered his request

She said, yes son, there is a God

And Jesus is alive

He goes to school with you each day

He never leaves your side

And as you grow older son

You'll hear it more and more

It's not just schools, it's others too

That's pushed God out the door

Just keep your trust in God son

No matter what you hear

And when you want to talk to Him

You'll find He's always near

The one's that say there is no God

And Jesus isn't real

Will one day face their Master's son

Their fate will then be sealed.