This is dedicated to all of our precious
children who are being abused and who are sick. We love you all.
Come to me the little children, who are Beaten and abused
Who are hungry and cold, tossed
Around and used
Come to me the little children, who
Don't want to be alone
From battered parents to battered
Children, this can't go on
Come to me, the little children give me
Your pain and your fears
I will hold you in my arms and wipe
Away your tears
Come to me the little children, I
Can't see you suffer anymore
At the mercy of a madman and
A colt fourty four
Come to me the little children, you can
Play around God's throne
No one can hit you or curse you, not
In your Heavenly Home
Come to me the little children, with Eyes afraid and bodies sore
My loving arms will protect you
No one can hurt you anymore
Verily I will say to you, that your love to embrace these little children comes because you have the Lord inside your heart. That is a very special thing for He does not enter in everyone's heart. Very excellent poetry!
(((Linda)))
You are too precious. That incredible love of a child...nothing more fragile or more beautiful. May they all find the love you give the world.
John
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Jenni
You are too precious. That incredible love of a child...nothing more fragile or more beautiful. May they all find the love you give the world.
John
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As (God) Truly Is Here, He Guides (Holds) Your Hand As You Write For Love(Compassion) Of Little Children!
Believe It,Your Tear's As You Write Are His (God)'s Tear's Within...
Your Friend, TRASK