Each Little Baby

Each little baby born on this earth
is given with promise of life filled with mirth.
The purest of faith in each tiny heart
trusts they’ll be loved right from the start.

But mommies and daddies sometimes don’t agree
and babies are hurt as no baby should be.
And sometimes things get so terribly bad
babies are sent from their mom and their dad.

They’re sent to a home where it’s hoped they’ll be loved,
encouraged, and nurtured, and highly thought of.
But this isn’t the way things turn out to be.
They’re hurt with parents ignoring their pleas.

“Mommy, don’t leave me alone with that man.
He hurts me so bad and I can’t understand
why you still leave me alone in his care.”
But you go out the door just leaving me there.

As soon as you’re gone he grabs my small hand
and forces me down to the nursery, and then
he takes off my clothes and pleases himself
while my mind puts the pain away on a shelf

The mind of a child is a marvelous thing.
It protects her small soul and calls her to sing
of the love of a Savior. She can’t understand
how Jesus can let her be hurt by this man.

She has these compartments built in her head
where bad things all go, so she has joy instead.
But bad things don’t stay there, they want to come out
and one day she goes crazy and starts in to shout…

“Why, tell me why, did these things have to be?
Why did you let these things happen to me?”
She cries out to mommy and cries out to God.
The pain’s so intense that she breaks down and sobs.

“Please, God, oh please let me rest in your arms.
Let me come to Your home where there’ll be no more harm.
Where Abba can love me and hold me and then
wipe away all my tears with His gentle, sweet hand.”

But You told me my work isn’t done in this world.
You need someone here for the poor boys and girls
with no one to love them and see that they’re fed,
and clothed, and housed, and put into bed
with no fear…

of tomorrow and what it will bring.
You need someone to love them and teach them to sing
the song of a Savior who holds every tear
and loves all the children year after year.

You still hold me and love me, God, and when I fall
apart because something makes no sense at all,
You’re there to reach out and take hold of my hand.
You help me to get back on my feet and to stand.

You remind me that babies are born on this earth
with the purest of faith for a life filled with mirth.
And when mommies and daddies just can’t understand
Jesus is there to hold onto their hands.

“Jesus loves me, this I know, for the Bible tells me so…

Jaenor