Florida's Foreverly Shores
Listen To The Children
~Marge Tindal~ 1999
I'm writing this to you,
because I know you care.
Please pass it on to loved ones.
Send it everywhere.
If we only help one child
to have a better childhood memory,
then as earth angels we have succeeded ...
and what a blessing that would be.
For Jesus so loved the children,
that He bade us to treat them well.
And those among us who don't ...
can just go straight to hell.
But sometimes it seems God's busy ...
and He needs the earth angels He's sent.
So it's up to you and me,my friend,
to be there when He can't.
Somewhere in your life,
or in the life of a friend ...
Is a child whose being mistreated,
and we CAN make it end!
Be the watchful eyes of the Master.
Be a friend to a child somewhere.
For we must help to watch them,
when they think there's no one there.
Friends, listen to the children.
Hear their story well.
Look beyond their stories
to see if monsters dwell.
That bruise, that cut
that little black eye ...
Ask how it happened,
and 'listen' to the 'why'.
Listen to the children
and what they have to say.
'Listen' to the 'look'
as they shyly back away.
Children cannot hide
what we surely see ....
We must be their voice
to end the misery.
Speak up for the child
whose voice is too small.
Help end the abuse
for once and for all.
You will surely be rewarded,
and someday wear heavenly wings.
Be here on earth for the children,
they are such precious things.
~*The pen of the poet never runs out of ink, as long as we breathe.*~