A Child Like Me

With saddened eyes and head bent low,
It's damaged goods most see,
With an unclear past and broken heart,
Who would want a child like me?
 
I watch you walk into the room,
From a distance I can see,
But dare I take a closer step?
Who would want a child like me?
 
And then I see you look my way,
You smile so tenderly,
But do I even dare to dream,
You would want a child like me?
 
And then as if I spoke out loud
You approach me cautiously,
I try so hard to once believe,
She will want a child like me.
 
But dare I once let down my guard,
And trust that she will see,
Hiding beneath this old stained shirt,
Is a beautiful child like me?
 
My smile they say lights up a room,
I'll be good as good can be,
Oh Please Dear God let her want,
A special child like me.
 
I feel her hand reach out for mine,
And within her eyes I see,
A single, tiny, shining tear,
Could she want a child like me?
 
And when she takes me in her arms,
With a warmth so pure and new,
She says the words I ve prayed to hear,
The child I want is YOU.

~ Lisa J Schlitt ©2007 ~
p.schlitt@sympatico.ca
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[ Author: Lisa J Schlitt, Copyright © 2007 (p.schlitt@sympatico.ca) -- submitted by: Lisa J Schlitt ]