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A precious little child
So trusting and so sweet
From their tiny little hands
To their tiny little feet
Evil is not something that one
Of these would understand
yet all too often a child is led
By their little hand
Led to a secret place of
Betrayal, fear, and pain
A place where only Satan
Has all the glory to gain
God must be sickened by the
Sexual abuse of a child
His anger and disgust
Could never be mild
For Jesus loves the little children
And said, "Let them come to me"
The voice of a child
Should always be believed
So while upon this earth
Sexual abuse does dwell and live
Let us each as Christians
Get angry and learn to give
To give of our time and energy
And love
To protect all children
And glorify God above.

It's not fair!
It's not my fault,
I did nothing wrong,
I was an innocent child.

Why do I have to live with this?
This evil invading my body and mind.
Why must I suffer the consequences
of what someone else did?

Why must I relive the terror and
agony again and again?
I Hate this feeling of powerlessness,
of having the pain take over and
control me.
It's not fair!
I did nothing wrong!

I tried to cry out, but no one was there.
I tried to tell, but no one listened.
I didn't want it to happen.

I want them to suffer!
I want them to experience the pain I feel!
The terror that overpowers me.
Let them suffer for what they've done!

I did nothing wrong,
It wasn't my fault.
I was a innocent child,
An unwilling pawn in they're life of crime,
In they're sick game of "love", using a child,
Their trying to fill a void, taking it out on me.
I wasn't my fault,
I had nothing to do with their illness,
They shouldn't have made me their momentary cure.

It's not fair!
I want them to suffer a life of hell,
To truly know the agony I still live with,
The pain I experience,
I want them to know what I go through,
And how they've changed my life.

I'm not ready to forgive.
I'm furious to the depths of my soul.
I Hate them for what they've done,
For hurting me- My Body and Soul.
Someday, I might be able to forgive,
But not now.

"I'll lend you for a little while, a
child of mine," He said.
"For you to love while he lives,
and mourn when he is dead."
"It may be six or seven years, or
twenty two or three."
"But, will you 'til I call him back,
take care of him for me?"
"He'll bring his charms to gladden
you, and his stay be brief,"
"You'll have his lovely memories
as solace for your grief."

"I cannot promise he will stay, as
all from earth return."
"But, there are lessons taught down there,
I want this child to learn."
"I've looked the wide world over in,
my search for teacher's true."
"And from the throngs that crowd
life's lanes, I've selected you."
"Now you will give him all your
love ~ not think the labor vain."
"Nor hate me when I come to call
to take him back again."

"I fancied that I heard them say,
'Dear Lord, thy will be done.'
"For all the joy this child shall
bring, the risk of grief we'll run."
"We'll shower him with tenderness,
and love him while we may."
"And for the happiness we've
known, forever grateful stay."
"And should the angels call for
him much sooner then we planned,"
"We'll brave the bitter grief that
comes, and try to understand."

The whisper of a sweet angel
That no one seems to hear
As she hides within her closet
Stricken with grief and fear.

The battering of shameful pain
From the beatings of disgrace
Caused her to whimper off away
Floods of tears rolling down her face.

The beautiful soft skin of ivory
Now with places of black and blue
As she prays for a forgiveness
From a sin she didn't do.

The entrapment of that torn angel
Is she cannot get her wings and fly
She would have no place to stay
So she lives each day to die.

The violator who punishes her
An incessant hand of mortal abuse
Leaving her with mournful wounds
And a heart and soul that has been confused.

The fear and darkness where she hides
In this precious soul so sincere
Wants to scream for someone to help
But is afraid no one will hear.

The day will come when she will be
A conqueror or a victim extended
As she silently lives in quiet chaos of hope
That today she is not harmed or has not offended.

Teddy, I've been bad again,
My Mommy told me so;
I'm not quite sure what I did wrong,
But I thought that you might know.
When I woke up this morning,
I knew that she was mad;
Cause she was crying awful hard,
And yelling at my dad.
I tried my best to be real good,
And do just what she said;
I cleaned my room all by myself,
I even made my bed.
But I spilled milk on my good shirt,
When she yelled at me to hurry;
And I guess she didn't hear me,
When I told her I was sorry.
Cause she hit me awful hard, you see,
And called me funny names;
And told me I was really bad,
And I should be ashamed!
When I said, "I love you, Mommy,"
I guess she didn't understand;
Cause she yelled at me to shut my mouth.
Or I'd get smacked again.
So I came up here to talk to you,
Please tell me what to do;
Cause I really love my Mommy,
And I know she loves me, too.
And I don't think my Mommy means,
To hit me quite so hard;
I guess sometimes, grown ups forget.
How really big they are!
So Teddy, I wish you were real,
And you weren't just a bear;
Then you could help me find a way.
To tell Mommies every where.
To please try hard to understand.
How sad it makes us feel;
Cause the outside pain soon goes a way,
But the inside never heals!
And if we could make them listen,
Maybe then they'd understand;
So other children just like me,
Wouldn't have to hurt again.
But for now, I guess I'll hold you tight,
And pretend the pain's not there;
I know you'd never hurt me,
So Goodnight, Teddy Bear!

~ author unknown ~

> Her tired, torn, broken heart
Has been abused
And ripped apart

She will never be the same
And there is only
One man to blame

He came upon her,
Helpless and weary
Now her life is damned and dreary

Her dreaming, singing, loving existence
Has been molested
And filled with resistance

Her innocence forever lost,
She cries aloud
And falls with exhaust.

She will have to live with his sin forever...