Child abuse must come to an end,
So the rest of us can heal and mend.
Many of our children die every year,
With many more are filled with fear.
So many are beat black and blue,
In need of help from me and you.
Many are locked away and never fed,
Some shackled by chains to their bed.
Some children die of starvation,
A death beyond our wildest imagination.
Or thrown in a dumpster, tossed away,
Just like a bag of old trash, there to stay.
Some thrown from several stories high,
Or they're held under water until they die.
These parents that do these evil deeds,
To only get death is what they need.
Oh, how these children must have cried,
With such awful pain before they died.
The horrible thoughts in their little heads,
The pleaful words they must have said.
All those thoughts still bring me to tears,
When of a little childs death I hear.
I can only pray God takes away the pain,
When they are being beaten time and again.
I ask when will we all come wide awake,
Before more of our childrens lives they take?
Though you all have heard of one I know,
A little girl in Missouri called Precious Doe.
"For the kingdom of God belongs to such as these"
Jesus said"Suffer little children to come unto me"
Written By Thelma Shutters 1-10-03
