The child sat in the middle of the room, clenching her pillow tightly,
while squinting her tired eyes from the sun which shone so brightly.

She cried all night, for she was unsure of what tomorrow would bring,
wanting to be able to start over, remembering nothing.

She scurried under the bed when she heard the footsteps of a clumsy man,
knowing that he'd found her by the crushing sound of an empty beer
can.

He grabbed her at the ankles, dragging her across the hard, wooden floor,
then he pulled her off the ground by her wrists and slammed her against the
door.

"Don't hurt me please," she begged to her dad,
"I promise you next time, I won't be so bad."

As the dreadful days grew longer,
his awful punch seemed to get stronger.

The poor, neglected, little girl soon gave in,
believing that she'd always be unable to win.

Feeling God was the only one for her to talk to,
she knelt beside her bed and asked Him what she should do.

In a way that only the child would know the meaning of,
God helped her by showing her all of His love.

He took her soul with him to a place where love is the only thing around,
instead of being forced with pain, the little one was finally heaven bound.

God helped her to escape from the horrible life she had,
alcohol and abuse is what made the small child so sad.
 
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