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The Love Of A Child
Contributed by
Sinned
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Monday, 24th January 2005 @ 08:10:18 AM in AEST
Topic:
AmericanTragedy
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Charlie I stand here as you sleep
Unwantingly I give a deep sigh
It takes my breath away
I've watched you grow and feel so weak
You are my son and I am so very proud
In your infance I tied a ballon to your wrist
You struggled so hard just to pound
Red your favorit color
Even as a babe you always picked red
I feel so hot under the collar
To be abused at four months old
A fractured skull caused C.P.
Your bioligical father how cold
I stand and watch you sleep
Drop that word adoption you are my son
In my weakness I watch and weep
Together all the things we tried
I have never heard you complain
Yet it's me questing why
Our priest remember he said
Charlie when you die you'll go right to heaven
You carry His cross well yet why do I feel so sad
In my health and wellness I complain
You bring me back to earth
For you Charlie help to carry His pain
Jesus will always hold your hand Let the children come to Me I may be your father,but your'e the man I stand here and moistly weep
Charlie you wear His crown well
Sleep precious child sleep
Sinned
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Re: The Love Of A Child
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by givingin on
Monday, 24th January 2005 @ 08:21:28 AM AEST
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This is so beautiful!.....
OMG so emotional.
I may have never met you,
but you are a good father!
I am happy that you care with such a loving
heart.
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Re: The Love Of A Child
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by Stitch on
Monday, 24th January 2005 @ 09:28:12 AM AEST
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I am crying now. I have a son who is mildly retarded, ADHD, and has anxiety disorder. As difficult as raising him has been, I know his world is far more harsh than mine ever could be. Thank you for reminding me of God's purpose in all this..."that the works of God could be made manifest in him."
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