I just love the monologues Sophie delivers when she’s “reading” her prayers.
Here’s my attempt to transcribe parts of one this morning. I sort of get a phrase, drop a phrase as she mumbles, and then catch the next phrase, so this isn’t a coherent stream so much as fragments pieced together with gaps in between; but you can kind of get the general flavor:
I had no money to Bless the Lord. Jesus said, you’ll have to deal….
So Jesus prayed, bow down….
Jesus said I would worship said Jesus….
Jesus wrote a song….
Jesus picked some flowers…. and the flowers were blooming….
They sang beautiful songs to Jesus and shouted Jesus! Jesus!
Mary and Baby Jesus…
and they played for the Blessed Mother of God…
The child Almighty was sent from air to earth
the white wings was sent to Mary
so the evil was cried out to Jesus
so the moon and day…
Mary was not killed… was not died anymore
a sign sent to Jesus… a sign sent to Mary said Mary Jesus Lord
the cross was sent to poopy stinky nasty