Listen to the weeping of the innocent and hurting
Hiding in their shame for something someone else has done.
Wondering who to turn to who will understand their terror,
Fearing itís not over but has likely just begun.
Somewhere in a darkened room a little girl is shaking,
Left alone by someone she had trusted all her life.
Should she tell her mother that this awful thing has happened?
Would her mom believe her or would telling cause more strife?
Somewhere in a custom van a little boy is crying,
Taken from his parents in the middle of the night.
Bruised and torn, his body hurts from countless violations
By a male intruder who said things would be all right.
Numbered in the millions now, our children are molested,
Most of their offenders walk the streets not feeling shame.
Little girls are scarred for life, their precious spirits broken,
Little boys are fearful and will never be the same.
Jesus loved the little ones and always drew them closer,
He said a child would lead the way because they are so pure.
If someone should offend a child, a millstone would feel better
Than all the awful things that each offender will endure.
Let us all be mindful then of all the little children
Living in our neighborhoods and learning in our schools.
Each one needs protection from the evil men that harm them.
God has placed them in our care, these dear and precious jewels.
Marane, this really touched my heart and you captured my attention, there are many children who suffer this especially herein Kenya and many other countries, Lord before wrath remember mercy!
Thank you for sharing this.Love sent, Justus
Marianne, I am so touched by the words that I wish never had to be addressed. I think this crime tears me up more than any other. I just wish the guilty would read and think first. God bless you for your wonderful expressions.
Joan Clifton Costner
Marianne, I saw this illustrated on your web page and it is so powerful. What a chilling, and aweful problem we face when children are victims. Your skill brings this into focus and demands action. Excellent!
Oh what a sad poem! It is good to bring to our attention that these things go on. We hear of them occasionally on the news, but unless they come close to home we tend to pass them off. Thanks for the reminder, Mariane, and done in such an easy-to-read way.
God bless you.