Child of God
face was one of an angel, serene, placid and mild,
But beneath it all, through heartache and pain,
Was the mind of a battered child.
Crying for love and attention,
a tender touch would do,
The poor little mite just lies
Does this child belong to you?
and torment is all this child knows,
him around wherever he goes,
He has love to give to the whole
But all he sees is a blank blank face.
there anyone out there with a gentle touch,
him that you care,
Or will he be tormented forever,
By the face with the unsmiling stare?
mother cries out "is there help out there"?
I'm on my knees and pleading,
Her cry of despair fills the air,
"My baby is a bleeding"
a hospital bed a child lies dead,
Now people start to care,
And this poor little child, this gift from God,
Looks up with a blank blank stare.
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A Child of God
Day in the Square
Old Man (2): His Wife
of the Land