Born into this world
Mama's precious girl.
Signs of birth still show
Like white misted snow.
A wee miracle she was
Sent from God above.
Clothed in natures clothes
From her head to her toes.
No sense of what would come
After her life had begun.
So innocent and precious
Unaware of worldly pleasures.
But God's wisdom had planned
Her growth and structure began.
As she emerged into this child
With tender feelings, meek and mild.
Not aware of what life holds
As her senses began to unfold.
How the up and downs would come
Although it seemed she'd just begun.
All the choices life provides
Was it up to her to decide?
To grow up strong and unscathed
Or would she suffer other fates?
Control of herself was stolen
Tears would leave her eyes swollen.
Each day grew into long days
Of endless hours to relate.
Where is the mama who birthed her?
She's not the sweet spirit, never.
Her eyes must close and pretend
That she will return to her again.
As time went by she became numb
Never a hug, never a kiss to come.
No "I love yous", No rocking at night
Only the horror of beating for spite.
But she was not alone in her dismay
There had been others treated this way.
No one believed the outcries were real
And did not reach out to help heal.
As time went by and she grew older,
She learned of One who would subdue the scolder,
Her grandma would tell her of Jesus' love
And how he spread wings as shelter from above
God's love for her was constant still
Although she was forced beyond her will.
She braved the storms that beset her
And grew up into a loving mother.
So as time went by she paid a price
In her eyes, she was sacrified,
Her childhood years had passed her by
And years later would make her cry.
.
Although she rebelled and would run away
His hand was always stretched out every day.
Praise God, she reached out and took ahold,
As time goes by, she has a saved soul.
Written by Shirley Barr
February 8, 2005
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