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The small
child lay there
In that
little bed,
Run down
by a car,
And struck
in the head.
She’s
blinded and deaf,
But able
to speak.
She’s
twisted by pain,
And
she’s growing weak.
My heart
is heavy.
I’m
troubled with fears,
Loaded
with sorrow,
And eyes
full of tears.
The child
is dying.
There’s
nothing to do
But pray
it were me
Who’s
dying for you.
If Jesus
were here
He surely
would see
How much I
love her,
And save
her for me.
Why
doesn’t He come,
When I
need Him so?
"God,
help me", I cried,
"For
I love her so"
"Is
that you, Daddy?"
So softly
she said.
I held to
her hand,
And wept
on her bed.
"Don’t
worry, Daddy,
I will be
all right.
‘Cause
my friend, Jesus,
Is coming
tonight."
"There’s
nothing to fret,
And
nothing to fear
If my
friend, Jesus,
Would only
get here.
I know I
will hear Him.
He said I
will see,
‘Cause
my friend, Jesus,
Is coming
for me."
She got
quiet then,
And put on
a smile.
As if she
would rest
From her
pain awhile.
I had the
feeling
It would
not be long.
She
started to sing
Her
favorite song…
Yes, Jesus
loves me
~Author~
Glen Pysell
Copyright 2000
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