The Little Girl....
"You can see it on her face"!
I saw a little girl one day & her head was hanging low.
She took little baby steps because she had nowhere to go.
Her little heart was broken & she knew that no one cared.
Why take a chance to ask for help when all they do is stare?
She has No true friends, just guilt & shame you see, it's Not we & us in her World, it's only Me!
No one says they Love her & there's no one to keep her safe.
She screams & screams inside for Help, you can see it on her face!
If you look into her eyes, the windows to her Soul, you'll see so much brokenness, to breathe is her only goal.
She's just a tiny Little girl & all she wants is Love, to be held in someone's arms or to go to Heaven, above!
STOP, NOW WAIT, oh my goodness, can't you see? That broken, tiny Little Girl, OH MY GOSH, SHE's ME!!!!
"Ode to a Childhood thAt Never should gave been".
Like 18:16 - JESUS called the Children to HIM & said; "LET THE LITTLE CHILDREN COME TO ME & DO NOT HINDER THEM, for the KINGDOM of GOD BELONGS TO SUCH AS THESE"...
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Kathryn Hobbs
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