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Dear God

Dear God,

You are truly amazing! This gift that you give us called life is something no man can explain. Although we hear people call out to you so much in the midst of their downfall, I just want to thank you and praise you for everything. I thank you for the good times but most of all for the bad. For without heart ache and sorrow, without all those tears I cried, and sleepless nights, I wouldn't know how great and merciful you truly are. But this letter isn't for me, no I need this, but I'm asking you to look over my generation. I ask you for protections over my generation and to give strength to the weak minded. See, God, you are an all seeing great one so I know you have seen the horrible things, careless acts that have been performed. They seem to get worse and more frequent. You know people never ask you for anything until it hits close to home. Although my family has been spared losing a loved one for sometime, I can't go a day without seeing RIP and it not be because of natural causes. I"m not sure what the devil has in store, but you said ask and you shall receive. So God I'm asking your protection over us, strength to the fragile minded, understand to the distraught, and peace for the busy. I'm asking that you remove the need to "be a thug" and kill innocence people. I'm asking that you give strength to single mothers to not take their lives or their children s. I'm asking you to give understanding to that struggling father trying to get a better job to take care of his family, to stay off the street corner. I'm asking you to give peace to that first generation college student that just feels like giving up. God I ask you to put promise, passion, desire back into the hearts of my generation to be better. I ask that you stop these young girls from running from man to man trying to find love, only to fine emptiness a few weeks later. I ask that you bring the gentleman side of our men black back. I need you to give my black generation peace to know that you have not brought us out of all the turmoil for us to go back now.  I could ask you for so many more things that I need but God I just ask you to watch over and protect us from our since less selves.

xoxoxoxo

the girl with the praying grandmother

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