When I was five
Through the eyes of a child,
I looked at the world
And no trouble could I see.
The world was beautiful, clean and bright
I looked at all with wondrous sight.
At the age of 5….
I was beaten, abused, neglected, molested,
Throat cut and bleeding;
Left for dead.
The eyes of a child
Turned around, and at the age of 5
And before her time
Sullied, muddied and very dirty.
Then Jesus came, look and see
He turned my world around for me
He created my world you see
Take a new look at me.
The world is clean and very bright
The dirt I can plainly see, but
These eyes of this child
Are pure because
I love you
This is so beautiful, I love it!!
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