A small child sits in the corner
As the shadows of evening
Play across the room.
The small, round, tear-streaked face
And big eyes red with pain.
The quivering lips whispering
A barely audible "Jesus loves me".
A slight rocking as knees
Are hugged to the chest with frail, delicate arms.
The tale-tell signs of trust broken.
Thoughts play tag inside a child's brain
As one feeling brings up the memory
Of another time which triggers
Another painful feeling.
Please someone reach out.
Someone help take away the pain.
Don't let that precious little person die.
Let the child experience happiness
Show the child that it is good
To be a child.