<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=481254" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Bible Verse</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I asked the child why did she curse<br>Her answer was, she knew not a Bible verse<br>She never went to church or knew how to say a prayer<br>So all that she knew, was how to curse and swear, <br>I was told that her mother had taught her well<br>But never taught her about heaven or even hell<br>And all that she knew is from what she had read<br>While listening to the words that her mother had said.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I asked the child why did she lie<br>Her response to me, it is better than to cry<br>As things got bad and then they turned worse<br>That's all that she knew, and she knew not a Bible verse, <br>Her mother had told her the things not to do<br>But then they differed from other's points of view<br>And all the child knew was from what she had seen<br>As she watched her mother, which was unforeseen.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I asked the child why did she steal<br>Taking from others for a terrible ordeal<br>She answered me, as she placed the goods in her purse<br>'It is the way that I am', and I know not of a Bible verse<br>Someday soon I will probably smoke and drink<br>Spoke the child to me as she began to think<br>But then am I not the girl that my mother did raise<br>And every day to my mother, I give her praise.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I asked the child why did she fight<br>She then said to me, it's better than being polite<br>Her mother's honor again she had to defend<br>And fighting is all that she could comprehend<br>So the child then wiped the pain off of her face<br>As she slowly walked away in sadness and disgrace<br>The last thing she said to me as we did converse<br>She said, I truly wish that I knew a Bible verse.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Randy L. McClave</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Randy+McClave">Randy McClave</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=481254" data-title="Bible Verse de Randy McClave" data-description="I asked the child why did she curse Her answer was, she knew not a Bible verse She never went to church or knew how to say a prayer So all that she knew, was how to curse and swear, I was told that her mother had taught her well But never taught ..."></div> </div> </div>

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