Little boy Praying

Little frail Jimmy in the church each day,

Though ill, for health he would not pray,

Bowing his head he would only say:

“Jesus, Jimmy is here.”

 

Near to death and around his bed,

His loved ones wept and stroked his head.

Breathing his last, a soft voice said:

“Jimmy, Jesus is here.”

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From ‘TIME & TIDE’
A collection of Short Stories and Poems by Paddy Cummins
Available on Kindle
http://www.amazon.com/dp/B009XP098Q

This Poem is dedicated to little boys with terminal illnesses.

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