To show you just how powerful a prayer can be.
By Teresa Blakely
There was once a little girl named Pricilla
The bluest big eyes you’d ever seen
Long blonde curls down to her shoulders.
She had been very concerned about her momma
For she was very sick and couldn’t get out of bed,
Her daddy seemed so upset.
The nurses ran in and the doctor did too
She heard him say, it won’t be long now
What can this mean, she thought.
She went up to her daddy and slipped her tiny hand in his
She looked in his eyes as tears streamed down his face
She asked, "What does that mean daddy?"
He told her in the softest of words that he knew how,
"Mommy is going to Heaven to see the Angels
and to meet our Lord God."
As Pricilla eased up to her momma’s side
She kneeled on her tiny knees to pray
"Lord above I ask you please on this Christmas day
That you let my momma stay here with me."
As she finished with her Amen
Her momma spoke out loud, "My dear Angel
God from above has a message for you.
Thank you my dear child for believing in me."