Shocked, Ashamed and Mortified
Shocked, ashamed and mortified
How could a man from the church, a clergy man touch our young girls?
How do you look on a child for pleasure when you preach of honesty and trust?
How could you abuse the innocence of a young girl when she looked to you for guidance?
How many others have there been? I am sure it’s not just one
Is there any carrying your child?
Shocked, ashamed and mortified
How could you a man that calls on God look on a child for sexual pleasures...she's a child, she's now scarred for life, abused by the one man she should trust
You preach of wolf in sheep clothing and yet you were the wolf of which you speak ...she's damaged by your touch
Shocked, ashamed and mortified
The devil you speak of lives within you…you are your own demon
How can you look in the face of a child and rob her of her life ...how?
God, I don't understand why a man that calls your name… damaged this child ...Father why?
She will never be the same, the church she can't trust and neither can I ...Father God, she’s damaged for life
So now we see the teachers and preachers can't protect our child so how can they protect our soul?
She’s damaged for life
Shocked, ashamed and mortified
Copyright © Sonya Stewart | Year Posted 2017
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