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LOVE AT LAST

Our prayers are for the little ones
Who have died before their time.
Children who suffered at the hands of a monster,
With a sick and twisted mind.
Battered and bruised, unloved and abused,
Tortured again and again.
Never knowing a kind word or gentle touch,
Only suffering and pain.
Can't anyone see their cuts and bruises?
Can't anyone hear their cries?
Why do we all look the other way,
While yet another child dies!!
And what about our "justice system"?
Don't they have kids of their own?
Yet they slap these murderers on the wrist,
And eventually send them home!
At least their tiny victims
Have found peace in Heaven above,
And God will hold them and dry their tears,
And, at last they will know love!

Written by
Vickey Carwile

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...

~Cindy Pike Dunning~

Butterflies in Heaven

I hope they have horses in Heaven,
and saddles and bridles and trails.
I hope they have puppies and kittens,
and baseballs and hammers and nails.
I hope they eat ice cream in Heaven,
and pizza and fish sticks and fries.
I hope there is green grass and sunshine, and crickets and bright butterflies.
I hope children are children in Heaven, hope they laugh and sing and run,
For my daughter is somewhere in Heaven, barefoot and looking for fun.

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