Face
of Child Abuse
She
often came to
school each day
And
spent her time
alone
She
really didn’t
mind it though
To
get away from
home.
Her
father was so
mean and cruel
She
never understood
Why
he treated her
that way
She
did the best she
could.
The
kids at school
would often
laugh
As
she walked down
the hall
Her
clothes were old
and dirty
It
made her feel so
small.
Her
grades were
never quite the
best
Yet,
no one seemed to
care
Another
year she spent
at home
Seemed
more then she
could bear.
Her
dad was never
sober
The
bottle always
came first
The
nights that he
drank whiskey
Was
when he was the
worst.
His
temper was so
violent
He
knocked her to
the floor
She
huddled in the
corner
She
couldn’t take
much more.
Now
shaking, cold
and hungry
She
covered her
black eye
She
limped into the
bathroom
She
wished that she
could die.
She
wiped away the
blood and tears
That
trickled down
her cheek
But
couldn’t wipe
away the pain
From
words that he
would speak.
She
felt so low and
worthless
As
she lay upon her
bed
The
terrible things
he said to her
Kept
running through
her head.
With
no one there to
even care
She
quietly counted
sheep
She
felt somebody
touch her arm
Then
drifted off to
sleep.
Then
through the
night, a glowing
light
Did
filter in the
room
The
clock upon the
mantel
Said
time to get up
soon.
Somehow
this day was
different
The
house was deadly
still
Except
for little birds
that sang
Upon
the window sill.
Her
bedroom now was
vacant
God
came within the
night
And
took her off to
heaven
To
live within The
Light.
No
longer sad and
lonely
The
bruises gone
away
No
painful scars
and memories
Just
love to light
the way.
Her
mother’s voice
is calling
Her
words are so
sublime
She
said, “I have
been waiting”
Come
home, it’s
suppertime.
Written by:
Marilyn
Ferguson
©
2008
As difficult as
this subject is
to think about,
we need to be
reminded that
this problem is
a part
of everyday life
for some
children --
right here... in
our
cities, towns,
and communities.
Remember these
families in your
prayers.
(See
the links below
for more
information. 
Look
for the hearts.)
There
is no problem
too great for
God to work out
and
no sin too great
for His
forgiveness,
mercy and love.
