What do you see in their eyes: trust...or fear? |
Sweet Little Child Innocent, trusting, sweet little child, Sit here with me for a little while; Let me tell you how lovely you are; Let me tell you what trust is for. God gave you to both your father and mother, But sometimes he entrusted you to some other; To love and protect you for time unending, Your tears to erase, your sorrows mending. But why is there fear in your beautiful eyes? I see it there, and hear your cries; Has someone betrayed the trust you had, Battered your soul with acts that were bad? What evil it is to injure a child; Our God in Heaven it must sadden and rile; No fault of their own they’ve suffered abuse, Never for any can there be an excuse. Broken, tortured,and marked for life, Sometimes they die from all the strife; The angels in Heaven must shed a tear For every case of abuse they hear. Look at the child so beaten and broken; There needs not a single word to be spoken, All the little children need protection and love; Surely it pleases our Master above. Just read or hear the news, and every day you learn of abuse of the worst kind to little children. |