Pain

Pain

Broken promises of childhood safety
Absence of tender loving care
No protection, provisions or warmth
No arms big enough to comfort her.

Whimpering behind close doors
A small child, forgotten and alone
She doesn’t feel clean-she doesn’t care
She was again molested, by yet another man.

The cruel teasing in the school yard
The hurt and rejection by family
Is there a cure for the everlasting pain
Is there a home for the lonely.

God makes a home for the lonely
Somewhere filled with love
Where His arms are big enough to comfort
And where there is no pain.

Donna DeWalt
July 1994