Gentle Voice
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OK UNcle Joe if you read this if I mess up can you help me fix it :]
One day more than a year ago, when I was eight or nine, I got out of my mother's sight and walked around my church, not really knowing where I was. Then I tried to find my way back to my mum, and finally found her searching for me. Man, she was mad at me! I looked up at her with a frown on my face, wondering what was wrong. She told me it scared her that I left her side for one minute. Now I had tears rolling down my tiny cheek; I didn't mean to scare her, but I did.
Now I'm ten years old. I can't remember what the preacher said that day in church, because all I remember from that Sunday is my going off and my mum being upset. I still don't understand what everyone says about who or what was Jesus? So one day not long ago, I started to pray on my own. I asked God, if He was real, to let me go back in time and see Jesus when he was alive.
One day more than a year ago, when I was eight or nine, I got out of my mother's sight and walked around my church, not really knowing where I was. Then I tried to find my way back to my mum, and finally found her searching for me. Man, she was mad at me! I looked up at her with a frown on my face, wondering what was wrong. She told me it scared her that I left her side for one minute. Now I had tears rolling down my tiny cheek; I didn't mean to scare her, but I did.
Now I'm ten years old. I can't remember what the preacher said that day in church, because all I remember from that Sunday is my going off and my mum being upset. I still don't understand what everyone says about who or what was Jesus? So one day not long ago, I started to pray on my own. I asked God, if He was real, to let me go back in time and see Jesus when he was alive.
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