Jesus and the Watermelon Seed
I remember when I was very young,
and the promise had not been made yet.
I hadn’t realised that stealing was wrong,
So I stole a dime from my Mother’s purse.
She said that every time a girl steals,
It makes the baby Jesus cry,
And she sent me to my room,
Where I realised the promise had been broken.
“ While you are there you can pray,
Pray to Gentle Jesus to forgive you.”
In my room I explained to God,
That I stole the dime so I could buy watermelon.
I hid the Watermelon under my bed.
After a while I started eating some and a small
Watermelon seed got stuck in my throat.
My mother heard me choking and rushed me to hospital.
She cried , like the baby Jesus and I prayed to her to forgive me.
Copyright © David Wakeling | Year Posted 2018
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