I hear the cry of the child
as they are being sexually abused
I hear the sounds of the beating
when a child is being hit
I hear the voices when
a child is told you will
never amount to anything
I wish you were never born
Yes, I hear the sound of the poor
I will cherish them and
tend them with care
I will be there hope and love
them with passion and understanding
They are my beloved children
and they will know I hear their cries
Love
Christine
Ch'erie
Love,
Eileen
In Christs Love
Michelle~
Louisa
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in tx., karen lynn. :( *tears!*