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~Dear Mr Jesus~
Dear Mr Jesus
I just had to write to you
Something really scared me
When I saw it on the news
A story about a little girl
Beaten black and blue
Jesus thought I'd take this right to you

Dear Mr. Jesus
I don't understand
Why they took her mom and dad away
I know that they don't mean to hit
With wild and angry hands
Tell them just how big they are I pray
Please don't let them hurt your children
We need love and shelter from the storm
Please don't let them hurt your children
Won't you keep us safe and warm

Dear Mr. Jesus
They say that she may die
Oh I hope the doctors stop the pain
I know that you could save her
And take her up to the sky
So she would never have to hurt again
Please don't let them hurt your children
We need love and shelter from the storm
Please don't let them hurt your children
Won't you keep us safe and warm

Dear Mr. Jesus
Please tell me what to do
And please don't tell my daddy
But my mommy hits me, too
Please don't let them hurt your children
We need love and shelter from the storm
Please don't let them hurt your children
Won't you keep us safe and warm

Please don't let them hurt your children
They need love and shelter from the storm
Please don't let them hurt your children
Won't you keep us safe and warm

Words and music by
Richard Klender 1985 Klenco, Inc.
(Klenco Music Group)


This poem and song is about
A little six year old girl, named "Lisa Steinburg"
Who was killed by her mommy and daddy
And is being sung by little nine year old, ~Sharon Batts~

I am displaying this Teardrop
To show my support for Abused Children
Lets help support the Teardrop Organization

~Teddy Bear~

Teddy, I've been bad again
My Mommy told me so
I'm not quite sure what I did wrong
But I thought that you might know

When I woke up this morning
I knew that she was mad
Cause she was crying awful hard
And yelling at my dad

I tried my best to be real good
And do just what she said
I cleaned my room all by myself
I even made my bed

But I spilled milk on my good shirt
When she yelled at me to hurry
And I guess she didn't hear me
When I told her I was sorry

Cause she hit me awful hard, you see
And called me funny names
And told me I was really bad
And I should be ashamed

When I said, "I love you, Mommy,"
I guess she didn't understand
Cause she yelled at me to shut my mouth
Or I'd get smacked again

So I came up here to talk to you
Please tell me what to do
Cause I really love my Mommy
And I know she loves me, too

And I don't think my Mommy means
To hit me quite so hard
I guess sometimes, grown ups forget
How really big they are

So Teddy, I wish you were real
And you weren't just a bear
Then you could help me find a way
To tell Mommies every where

To please try hard to understand
How sad it makes us feel
Cause the outside pain soon goes a way
But the inside never heals

And if we could make them listen
Maybe then they'd understand
So other children just like me
Wouldn't have to hurt again

But for now, I guess I'll hold you tight
And pretend the pain's not there
I know you'd never hurt me
So Goodnight, Teddy Bear

~Author Unknown

~Misty~

My name is Misty I am but three
My eyes are swollen I cannot see
I must be stupid I must be bad
What else could have made my daddy so mad

I wish I were better I wish I weren't ugly
Then maybe my mommy would still want to hug me
I can't speak at all I can't do a wrong
Or else I'm locked up all the day long

When I awake I'm all alone
The house is dark My folks arent home
When my mommy does come I'll try and be nice
So maybe I'll get just one whipping tonight

Don't make a sound I just heard a car
My daddy is back from Charlie's Bar
I hear him curse my name he calls
I press myself against the wall

I try and hide from his evil eyes
I'm so afraid now I'm starting to cry
He finds me weeping he shouts ugly words
He says its my fault that he suffers at work

He slaps me and hits me and yells at me more
I finally get free and I run for the door
He's already locked it and I start to bawl
He takes me and throws me against the hard wall

I fall to the floor with my bones nearly broken
And my daddy continues with more bad words spoken
"I'm sorry!", I scream but its now much too late
His face has been twisted into unimaginable hate

The hurt and the pain again and again
Oh please God, have mercy oh please let it end
And he finally stops and heads for the door
While I lay there motionless sprawled on the floor

My name is Misty and I am but three
Tonight my daddy murdered me

~Author Unknown

Thank you so much Elaine
For this beautiful award
Please visit Elaine's Site
By clicking on the award

Song Playing
~Dear Mr Jesus~

The song is from the album "Shelter From The Storm"
By PowerSource, a Bedford, Texas-based evangelical youth chorus
Featuring nine-year-old soloist Sharon Batts

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