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There was a
young child
She ran and played.
Until one day,
She was taken away
And the child cried.
The child was so
young,
So pure and so true
And when the hurt came
She didn't know what to do
and the child cried.
The body grew up
And the hurt, it grew too
And the grownup child
Was still living in you
And the child cries.
The child, she cries "Help
I don't understand
The tears and the fears
That threaten my hand."
And the child cries.
The child needs to heal
And learn how to feel.
She needs to be heard,
Her song like a bird.
And the child cries.
One day someone said
It's OK, or she read
That what happened to her
Was real. Her heart stirred.
And the child cried.
The feelings they came.
They were cleansing like rain.
And the hurt, it subsides
When the pain doesn't hide
And the child cries.
One day the grown woman
Where the child used to live
Is set free by Lord Jesus
And the love that he gives
And the child doesn't cry.
For she is no more.
The pain is all gone
It went out of the door.
Washed away by the precious
Blood of the Lamb.
Lord Jesus, he showed her
His heart and she ran
She opened her hearts door
And the healing began.
And the child cries no more.
Written by Amy Seelbach
© 2000, Amy
Seelbach
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