A Child's Heart

I love to really see into the heart of my children.  One of my sweet, precious children got into a bit of trouble.  As they were spending some alone time in their bedroom, they decided to write this letter ...  

I want to gev my hart to God.  God I am sorey far not lisinen to my mom and dad and bradrs and sistrs.  can you forgeve me and yous my laive to pot it in the layt and leve it there and to help me be obedeyet and nays to olwars and not to play with peapoles stof witawt askn them and help me not to lie abwt stof.  And help me not to mayk peapole mad and help me be joyfl olwys and not sad.  And help me be kayd to peapole.  And help me lern moor abwt you a lot and I am sorey that I did the rog tig.  and I no dat it is rog bat I still did it.  From now on I am gowin to do the rat tig.  And I wnat to do the rat tig so I wol not be rood to peapole any moor.

(Don't you just LOVE the phonetic spellings?  Since our 3 youngest all spell like this still, I won't let on which one was in trouble.)

Okay ... do you need a phonetic interpreter?

I want to give my heart to God.  God, I am sorry for not listening to my mom and dad and brothers and sisters.  Can you forgive me and use my life to put it in the light and leave it there?  And to help me be obedient and nice to others.  And not to play with peoples stuff without asking them and help me not to lie about stuff.  And help me not to make people mad.  And help me to be joyful always and not sad.  And help me be kind to people.  And help me learn more about you a lot.  And I am sorry that I did the wrong thing.  And I know that it is wrong but I still did it.  From now on I am going to do the right thing.  And I want to do the right thing so I will not be rude to people anymore.