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Created on: July 03, 2007
Title: In the arms of Gods' angels
Article: Tears for little Lacy
I over heard a conversation today
of a child, whose life had been taken away,
as I worked, dear God how I tried,
to hold back the tears dwelling up inside,
as a tear fell silently down my face,
the room got quiet and they looked my way.
"I'm sorry" said a voice, "did you know this child?"
I just shook my head and smiled.
" No I did not", I replied,
but I felt like I'd known this child all of her life,
because I think of her each day that goes by,
and wonder why she had to die.
How could someone take an innocent life away,
and go on with their own the very next day.
How cold hearted could you be inside
that you couldn't hear this little girls cries.
How terrible it must have been for her mom,
to come home and find that her baby was gone.
Someone that she thought she could trust,
had destroyed some one she loved so much.
It just isn't human, I can't help but care,
I wonder how many more like him are out there.
I pray that God helps this family find peace,
as the angels sing little Lacy to sleep.
Let them know that others are sharing their pain, and praying.
Let them know that even strangers shed tears for Lacy.
To all of God's little angels, whose
little world stopped turning because
of some others that shouldn't be out there.
May you all rest in peace,
in the arms of Gods' angels.
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