When I Was A Child…

When I Was A Child… Don’t ask me why I woke up this morning thinking back to my days as a child. And how very much my heart aches for children who are troubled or in trouble. Don’t ask why I’ve got a mind to stop what I’m doing and drive around to the middle school that’s in the back of my house and sit in my car and pray for every child that’s in the building. If I didn’t think the principal would call the police to have me locked up I would go into the building and demand that I be allowed