There was a little girl,
I knew so long ago;
What happened to this child,
I truly did not know.
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I felt so badly for her,
as I watched her in her room;
She never laughed or smiled,
inside her small cocoon.
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She simply sat there gazing,
had she ever been defiled;
I wondered as she sat there,
so timid and so mild.
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She was a mini-me,
of this I knew for sure;
For she behaved like me,
after being made impure.
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I turned my head away,
I couldn't watch no more;
I said a small prayer for her,
this little one of four.

A Deer stands frozen,
when it sees my bright headlights.
The Deer can not move.

A Thunderstorm is brewing,
the likes I've never seen;
It's headed in my direction,
coming straight towards me.
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It will be most deafening,
how will I stand the sound;
As my flimsy house of plastic cards,
goes crumbling to the ground.
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I can not stop its' furry,
and it's much to late to run;
So I'll face the roaring Thunder,
and Clouds that block the Sun.
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A product of my past,
and the pain I've held inside;
It's building up too quickly,
and I've nowhere to hide.
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So I'll wait the lightning out,
prepared to face that day;
When I must tell the truth,
hoping I'll know what to say.

He had lied, deceived, and cheated,
used mind games to make her stay;
She'd slowly died, deep down inside,
yet she could not get away.
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He played the "Blame Game" often,
yet he never took the fall;
He claimed she was the problem,
everything was all her fault.
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So she tried her best each morning,
to hide the tears that she shed;
They were room mates in their home,
and strangers in their own bed.
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He no longer loved this woman,
and she did not love him back;
She saw no sense in staying,
so she slowly began to pack.
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No trust or communication,
excisted anymore;
She wondered if she left him,
would he hear her shut the door?
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Yet she was much too weak,
to go out on her own;
She lacked the strength, that it would take,
to leave her unhappy home.

As I wander aimlessly,
within this life I know;
I wonder if the dreams I have,
will truly ever grow.
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It seems so easy for me,
to stray from God's own plan;
For me to have a life, fulfilled,
at times I think I can't.
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I am a Christian, bought by Christ,
and still it makes no sense;
That I commit sins everyday,
of this I've no defense.
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Somedays I feel unsaved and lost,
though I know this can't be true;
For Jesus lives inside of me,
His Spirit is my proof.
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A black Cow grazes,
in the midst of a Hayfield,
in the Summer air.

Tinsel, bows, lights, and gifts,
this is a part, of what Christmas is;
Carolers, shopping, and bright Candy Canes,
T'was never the reason, our Lord Jesus came.
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A tree, wrapping paper, and green Mistletoe,
Christmas cartoons, that they always show;
A feast, baking cookies, and stockings to fill,
does not acknowledge, that Jesus is real.
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Santa Clause, Elves, and plenty of cheer,
counting the days, 'til Christmas draws near;
Bells ringing, mittens, and flying Reindeer,
does not signify, that Jesus was here.
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What is the reason, for this Holiday,
when families gather, to all celebrate;
They'll open their presents, on this Christmas Morn,
not giving a thought, to why Jesus was born.
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Yet on this glorious time of the year,
please don't forget why Jesus was here;
He came to live, and be Sacrificed,
He did this all, for all of Mankind!