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Thank You Lord for… Thank you Lord for everything you do, And for the heaven above so blue. You give us food, games and shelter too, But my Grandpa always has the flu… I pray to you Lord each single night, My best wish is to become a knight. I would like to fight for what is right, And force bad people out of sight. I'm only a little boy, you know, And I like to play out in the snow. But if you think I can't throw a blow, Please come to our karate show. I'm done praying, Lord, it's almost night, Had a long day, time to shut off the light. Please, when I wake, let me be a knight, Then I'll know that everything's alright! Hanna © November 2004
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