Every Song Has A Story
Prize Child
Christmas 89 11:00 pm. With many thoughts on my mind I settled down surrounded by loneliness, and began writing this song.
Earlier that day my sisters and brothers, and their families, sat in mom and dad's living room opening gifts. My heart lay astounded with such joy as the little children skirmished from one to another. And I felt the agony, my soul was perplexed. Why? Why? Why? I remembered her from many Christmas's past. Why couldn't she be here a couple of hours?
By the time Christmas 90 came around, Mommy had filled her heart so full of hate, half-truths, and erroneous whys that she was terrified of her daddy.
I'm not asking for sympathy. I'm trying to show how important it is to let children love, honor, and respect both of their parents. No matter how much muddy water has passed under the bridge, you cannot change who they are. Nothing you can do will erase that part of the other that came from them.
As I search my innermost being, I continue to wonder why. Will this Christmas be number 7, without that precious one?
I pray the Lord will bless you abundantly this Christmas 95!
Timothy G. Me
Vows exchanged between us, Together as one we go.
His blessings flowed upon us, Our family began to grow.
Joy complete, a gift from God, A baby more precious than gold.
Somehow something happened, ........................ The glimmer began to fade.
The song our hearts once cherished, An ember growing cold. Devotion was a thoughtless phrase, Independence became the goal.
Photos now and memories, Such treasures can't be sold.
Oh I tell you mommy, That little child isn't a prize.
She needs more than your love, To carry her through this life.
Daddy wants to teach her, Important lessons she needs.
Don't use her to hurt me, She's crying deep inside.
Hear my prayer oh Father, ............................... I know you've felt the same.
Upon this earth many years ago, You knew effervescent pain.
As you turned your head dear God above. A dreadful darkness fell.
Your only Son took on my guilt, In that your separation was made.
Listen custodial parents, .................................... That little child isn't a prize.
They need more than your love, To carry them through this life.
In divorce you had many victories, That little child isn't a prize.
Please let us see our children, .................................... Let us also have a life.
Please let us see our children, Let us also have a life.
Timothy G. Me