How precious are all the children throughout this world
born of innocence to be raised with our tender love.
Climbing up onto their parents lap, all snuggled and curled,
which was God's plan in the beginning through creation from above.
Everyone has a story and many are so very sad,
they are just heartbreaking and truly make me mad.
Some children grow up and some never do,
just depends on how willing they are to see life through.
Parental trauma to a child is the worse form of abuse,
many disassociate in order to survive a God given excuse.
But when grown the inner child that is so wounded deep within,
must go back to their precious wounded self with help to begin.
Healing can take place no matter how old you may be,
with fellowship filled with love and trust you will truly be set free.
Allowing yourself to be totally you is so beautiful to me,
being one of those children I'm now able to see what the heart sees.
Written by: Kelle Marie Stavron
November 6, 2009






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