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Did you know that 98 percent of teenagers will not stand up for God and 93 percent of the people who read this won't repost it? Repost if you believe in God.

God is always there in your heart and loves you no matter what and if you stand up for him he will stand up for you.

If you believe in Jesus Christ, put this on your profile and don't deny this because the bible says, "Deny me and i will deny you in front of my father in the gates of heaven."

A poem about Child Abuse

My name is Lucifer I am three,

My eyes are swollen, I cannot see,

I must be stupid, I must be bad,

What else could have made my daddy so mad?

I wish I were better, I wish I weren’t ugly,

Then maybe my mommy would still want to hug me.

I can’t do a wrong, I can’t speak at all

Or else im locked up all day long.

When I'm awake, I'm all alone

The house is dark, my folks aren’t home

When my mommy does come home, I'll try and be nice,

So maybe ill just get one whipping tonight.

I just heard a car

My daddy is back from Charlie’s bar.

I hear him curse my name is called

I press myself against the wall

I try to hide from his evil eyes

I’m so afraid now, I’m starting to cry

He finds me weeping, calls me ugly words,

He says its my fault he suffers at work.

He slaps and hits me, and yells at me more,

I finally get free and run to the door

He’s already locked it and i start to bawl,

He takes me and throws me against the hard wall

I fall to the floor with my bones nearly broken,

And my daddy continues with more bad words spoken,

"I’m sorry!", I scream, but its now much to late

His face has been twisted into a unimaginable shape

The hurt and the pain again and again

O please God, have mercy! O please let it end!

And he finally stops, and heads for the door

While i lay there motionless, brawled on the floor

My name is Lucifer, I am three,

Tonight my daddy murdered me

Now i roam the underworld, to help those in need.

I may seem evil, but i'm not.

And if you read this and don’t pass it on

I pray for your forgiveness

Because you would have to be one heartless person

To not be effected by this Poem

And because you are effected,

Do something about it! So all i ask you to do

Is pass this on!

The white man said, "Colored people are not allowed here." The black man turned around and stood up. He then said: "Listen sir...when I was born I was BLACK, When I grew up I was BLACK, When I'm sick I'm BLACK, When I go in the sun I'm BLACK, When I'm cold I'm BLACK, When I die I'll be BLACK. But you sir, When you're born you're PINK, When you grow up you're WHITE, When you're sick, you're GREEN, When you go in the sun you turn RED, When you're cold you turn BLUE, And when you die you turn PURPLE. And you have the nerve to call me colored?" The black man then sat back down and the white man walked away...
Post this on your profile if you hate racism!

This is a story about God. Read if you believe in him, and read even if you don't.

A teenage girl about 17 named Diane had gone to visit some friends one evening and time passed quickly as each shared their various experiences of the past year. She ended up staying longer than planned, and had to walk home alone. She wasn't afraid because it was a small town and she lived only a few blocks away.

As she walked along under the tall elm trees, Diane asked God to keep her safe from harm and danger. When she reached the alley, which was a short cut to her house, she decided to take it. However, halfway down the alley she noticed a man standing at the end as though he were waiting for her. She became uneasy and began to pray, asking for God's protection.

Instantly a comforting feeling of quietness and security wrapped round her, she felt as though someone was walking with her. When she reached the end of the alley, she walked right past the man and arrived home safely.

The following day, she read in the newspaper that a young girl had been raped in the same alley just twenty minutes after she had been there. Feeling overwhelmed by this tragedy and the fact that it could have been her, she began to weep. Thanking the Lord for her safety and to help this young woman, she decided to go to the police station.

She felt she could recognize the man, so she told them her story. The police asked her if she would be willing to look at a lineup to see if she could identify him. She agreed and immediately pointed out the man she had seen in the alley the night before. When the man was told he had been identified, he immediately broke down and confessed. The officer thanked Diane for her bravery and asked if there was anything they could do for her. She asked if they would ask the man one question.

Diane was curious as to why he had not attacked her. When the policeman asked him, he answered, "Because she wasn't alone. She had two tall men walking on either side of her." Amazingly, whether you believe or not, you're never alone. Did you know that 98 of teenagers will not stand up for God, and 93 of the people that read this won’t repost it?

Repost this if you truly believe in God.

PS: God is always there in your heart and loves you no matter what,
and if you stand up for him he will stand up for you