Please, please dear Jesus ,let the shouting stop, i am led on my bed frightened and scaredmy hands are all clenched and hot , Please dear Jesus, don,t let dad be drunk and bad, iknow i shall be sent to bed , i know i shall be sad . Oh, thank you so much Jesus,peace has come at last, now i can slleep the fear is gone all is past. rusty, aged 7 |