“My Prayer,” Friend, Sept. 1992, 31
Each night I do a special thing—
I kneel beside my bed
And talk to Heavenly Father,
Reverently bowing my head.
I say, “Thank you for my mom and dad
And for my brother, Mike.
Thank you for my many toys,
Including my favorite—my bike.
Thank you for my grandmas and grandpas
And for my friends, who care.”
It’s nice to talk to my Father in Heaven—
I know He’s always there.