7-9-96 (#2)
Oh precious child
So tender and so mild
How young and innocent you are
More beautiful than the brightest star.
What could have caused the pain
The mighty betrayal brang
From one whose job is to protect and serve
Is this what you really deserve?
For years you’ve taken it all
Believing that was your call
Come to me now ye little one
The wounding is all done.
You were not in the wrong
Your truth is a much gentler song
It is time for you to rest
For you’ve done your mighty best
Your courage through the years
Is greater than any other
It will conquer all those fears.
