MY CHILD
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Standing before me, a child in her teens; <BR>
Long brownish hair and ragged blue jeans.<BR>
Speaking a language entirely her own, <BR>
Whispering softly while she's on the phone.<BR><BR>
What are the secrets she holds in her heart?<BR>
That mother and father cannot share a part?<BR>
Once I held all of this little girl's life. <BR>
Nurtured it, guarded it, shielded from strife.<BR><BR>
I bandaged the wounds and wiped away tears.<BR>
Soothed away all of her sorrows and fears.<BR>
Sharing with her my knowledge of God... <BR>
And not to fear walking where no feet have trod.<BR><BR>
How to be brave and make prints of her own,<BR>
And not to be shaken when standing alone.<BR>
Especially when she know she is right... <BR>
And God in her conscience say fight the good fight.<BR><BR>
Then came the day when I had to let go,<BR>
To share her with life, be it friend or foe. <BR>
Twas' then that I found how weak was the shield<BR>
I gave her to carry out there in the field.<BR><BR>
For I failed to teach her all she should know...<BR>
And out of my ignorance this child did grow.<BR>
With hands made of clay I did what I could...<BR>
For I too was learning, about motherhood.<BR><BR>
The knowledge I shared of God was too small...<BR>
To cushion the blows of the world when she'd fall.<BR>
I gave all I had, but it wasn't enough. <BR>
For the road she traveled was far too rough.<BR><BR>
Her shield was too fragile to meet the strife....<BR>
Of a world full of sin, the problems of life.<BR>
She fell to her knees with the very first blow.<BR>
Then rose again slowly to fend with her foe.<BR><BR>
Dear God in your mercy, look down from above. <BR>
Please shelter this child in your arms of love. <BR>
Please give her the armor you only can give.. <BR>
And walk with her always so that she may live... <BR><BR>
In strength and in courage the rest of her days. <BR>
Dear God, in your mercy, please show her your ways. <BR>
Amen
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