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"I cannot pray; don't know how," said the poor man.
"Father, kneel down, please. There, take the words after me. I will pray— I learned how to pray in Sunday School and God has taught me how to pray, too; my heart prays, and you must let your heart pray. Now say the words."
And she began in her simple language to pray to the Savior of sinners. After a little he began to repeat after her; as he went on his heart was interested, and he broke out into an earnest prayer for himself; bewailed his sins, confessed and promised to forsake them; entered into covenant with God; light broke out in his darkness; how long he prayed he did not know; he seemed to have forgotten his child in his prayer. When he came to himself he raised his head from the bed on which he had rested it; there lay the little speaker, a lovely smile was upon the face, her hand was in that of the father, but she had gone to be among the angels.
—Power of Prayer by Prime.
LOST TREASURES
"Come, Mamie, darling," said Mrs. Peterson, "before you go into the land of dreams you will kneel at my knee and thank your heavenly Father for what he has given you today."
Mamie came slowly towards her mother, and said, "I've been very naughty, and I can't pray, Mama."
"If you've been naughty dear, that is the more reason that you need to pray."
"But, Mama, I don't think God wants little girls to come to Him when they are naughty."