J.M.J.

MY CHILDREN

 I CALL YOU MY CHILDREN, SO SHOULD YOU BE;

HOW A CHILD ACCEPTS LIFE IS SO PLEASING TO ME.

THEIR TIME IS NOT WASTED ON POWER OR GREED;

INSTEAD, THEY ACCEPT WHAT THEY HAVE AS THEIR NEED.

THEY BASK IN THE SUNSHINE AND COUNT ALL THE STARS;

THEY DO NOT PLAN TO START NUCLEAR WARS.

IF THEY HURT ONE ANOTHER, THEY TOO FEEL THE PAIN

AND ASK THAT THEY BE FORGIVEN AGAIN.

IT’S SO SAD, MY CHILDREN, THAT AS YOU GROW OLD,

INSTEAD OF THE SUN YOU’RE LOOKING FOR GOLD.

INSTEAD OF THE STARS THAT YOU SAW IN THE SKY,

YOU COUNT THE UNBORN AS YOU SEND THEM TO DIE.

“THY WILL BE DONE”

4-12-1994

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