One Little Child

If I Can Help Just One Little Child

By Gay Brown

Looking back, I NOW can clearly see
How God has shaped and molded me

But when I was a little child
I cried alone so meek and mild

A parent is to protect his child
Mine did not; he was cruel and vile

I lived in fear for three long years
no one to comfort as I cried my tears

I didn't know my Father above
I couldn't reach out and find his love

My life was filled with sorrow and pain
a shattered shell was all that remained

I told my mother what happened one day
she looked at me; not a word did she say

So twice I was abused; what shame
I guess she thought I was to blame

I never felt the same again
I drew away from her right then

But God was watching All the while
wiping the tears of a little child

Today I am a happy soul
I gave it to God; he has control

And if I can help just one little child
get through the heartache; it will all be worthwhile

1999© Gay Brown

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