Hushed Little Baby
Hushed little baby, no more will you cry
But our hearts have been broken we can’t understand why
God would take a sweet innocent away from this life
And cause us such anguish, sadness and strife
Hushed little baby, we remember with a sigh
The moments of happiness swallowed by good-bye
And we ache from the loss of the future we planned
With you little child, holding our hand
We are so sorry, so sorrowful
Melancholy has stolen the melody
From our lullabies
As we question our faith and beg to the skies
“Please God help me,
help me to understand”
Hushed little baby, it’s time for us to cry
To life’s bitter sweet lullaby
Never will you feel the pain we do
Nor cry for your child, or seek what is true
Hushed little baby, cradled by heaven
Never to be tarnished or tempted by sin,
A beautiful Angel I can now see
Is what God created You to be
A revelation sits at the core of our hearts
That direction exists in all earthly charts
Including the ones written that map out our lives
In the plan God created in heaven’s archives
Hushed little baby, with angels you play
And other loved ones who proceeded your way
You were not ours to own or save
and briefly, yet bravely, understanding you gave
Hushed little child, we know what is true
That we will not heal from the loss of you
And that is the way God meant it to be
This cross we will carry, salvations not free
Lullaby and goodnight sweet angel in heaven
On borrowed time we walk the path we were given
And smile knowing that goodness is the price we’ll pay,
to see you again someday
I HELD THEM
I held them in my arms. I held them in my heart.
I promised to protect them, and never would
I watch them live and laugh and learn
Never imagined how life would soon turn.
It was a warm winter day, I remember it well.
Their dad was angry and began to yell.
he been drinking and again was he drunk?
He screamed in my face, how his breath stunk.
That’s when I saw everything change in a flash.
He threw our son across the room just
like he was trash.
I couldn’t take it anymore I knew I must go.
I packed in a hurry
but felt I was moving too slow.
The kids and I ran, we ran away fast,
We rushed in a hurry to make him our past
the judge says his rights trump my tears.
They had to go see him regardless of fears.
For months and for years we were in front of the judge,
But it was never enough and the
court would not budge.
From band aids, bruises, broken bones and a split head,
I prayed every
night as I laid them to bed.
Four years and one month from that warm winter day,
A call from the school asked me to come
My children had been dropped off by their dad.
My daughter was scared from the
weekend she’d had.
The teacher said she could not get her to sit in her chair.
She was dirty and smelly with
grease matted hair.
I asked her what happened that she was acting so poor.
She revealed that
her father had beaten her with an oar.
In the nurse’s office I suddenly came to understand.
I feel to my knees, to shocked
and shaken to stand.
My daughter pulled up her shirt revealing what was below.
all over her body, my anger and fear began to grow.
policemen, and courtrooms, again we returned.
A whirlwind of action that would soon fail us I
The system is broken my lawyer revealed.
It no longer provides our children a shield.
Half a year would go by before enough would be done.
The damage to my daughter was revealed
by my son.
They put their hands on her body is what he told me.
The things he was forced
to witness and see.
Two boys under age so no action was taken.
Justice for my daughter would again be forsaken.
Who is supposed to protect
those that are loved and adored?
To sacrifice them to such a fate we cannot afford.
So their father was abusive and that wasn’t enough.
I’ve been ignored too long
I am calling their bluff.
Sexual abuse gives things a whole new definition.
I am done being
silent I have been called on a mission.