A child she was; a special little girl, different from the rest;
With faith only a child could possess, she opened her heart to me;
No door was locked on faith, hope, or love;
No weakness revealed, concealed no hate;
The pain, the hurt, and the deceit were there,
And oh, the sorrow only showed to me!
I gave her love for love, but deep inside,
I declined the frailty into love;
Each mountain-topped tumble in the darkness below,
Concurring shadows where strife flowed,
Reproof became rendered, till love grew
The spacious word at every care I knew.
She smiled upon the roses and bore with the sureness that was there;
Until at length, so had my heart grown,
She knew I loved her for her heart alone.
Alone, of all children, I loved her best,
Refused the hate, to take a leap of faith!
Cold children honored for the faith, hope, and love they saw;
Her parents forgot the ruby in the dust.
At last the day came – The day she smiled wide
When from my eyes she gave her heart;
With refraining grace and uncertainty
A great love in her heart warmed;
When in her eyes I read what I had been;
And with her eyes I had saw what she saw.
Too soon! Too soon! Oh would she have seen
When her faith died, that mine had grown;
That when the curtain had been drawn, cursed, and chastised,
The darkness stood, the lost child was truly prized.
Too soon doesn’t always learn – a person must uphold their child
Un-hated, un-abused, accepted, and loved until the end.