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Got into a conversation earlier today with a young lady. She shared about a ten year old son who does not understand why his father does not want to see him. It hurts her to see him hurt.
Recently his father showed up at her door asking if he could take him to school. Her son was so excited. It had been a year and a half since he last saw him. After school he was disappointed that his dad did not come. He was angry at mom because she must have "made dad go away again".
That's the story behind the poem. The pain of a child, the hurt of the one there for him, and the callousness of those who cannot think beyond themself.
Personal? Far too personal as time and again I look into the eyes of little wounded ones.
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Touched my heart and made me sad to know there are many children out there who go through this pain. |
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Divorce is a battleground where the greatest casualities to children are from "friendly fire". The only one who really understands is Jesus.
I want to be near you but that was denied
Do you know how many tears I have cried
Unable to understand why it must be this way
Why for the "sins" of others you make Me pay
I only know that I love you and miss you so much
The sound of your voice and the feel of your touch
If only you valued Me you would spend time with Me
Then for a little while things would be like they should be
I'm sorry christian I do not understand why you never come around
I guess things more important to you than Me you have found
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Too often it is easier to deny a child than yourself. Instead of a father denying the wrongs, injustices, and hurts done to and against him (real or not) for the sake of a child, it is easier to demand a price be paid and too often the child suffers far more than the father.
I'm no expert. Far from it. But I do have the ear of the learned. Sad the things I have learned. And far sadder what children learn. Absence does not make a child's heart fonder, just sadder.
Thanks for comment.
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 we just watched this movie... (via netflix) and your poem reminds me of this movie... when the father went away, the son blamed the mom too... but in the end, there is a healing which takes place for many ... after the son receives understanding as an adult.
You have such a gift sis... thanks for sharing your gift with the body!!! bren |
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You have such a way with words. It's takes a deep feeling person to be able to compose like this. I agree many, many of our children just don't understand why.... when daddy dosen't come around, and blame mom, or themselves.... I know that's what I did when I was young, I thought my daddy didn't love me because I wasn't pretty enough.
It wasn't until I was much, much older that I could see things differently. But not before being a battered wife, an abused women who grew up with all the past pain and brought it all into my adult life.
Praise God, Jesus is a healer, a restorer and I was made whole.
Love you brother
Pastor Aminata |
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Nice to see you back my dear friend Gordon....I too was moved by this very heartfelt poem.
Still keeping you in my prayers,
Sister Margie |
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"easier to deny a child than yourself" Gordon, this is true for many, and although what you've written touches me deeply, it's the personal friends whose children are experiencing this that hurt the most. God bless~ |
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OH! I grew up like this...never secure in my young existence...always cut down, and belittled, and rejected. I wish parents could see that when they reject, and hurt their children it is a cross that the adult still has to bear. Yes, Jesus heals...but Gordon, sometimes it's so hard to live...sometimes it's so hard to believe that God really loves you when you've been not only shown, but told what a complete piece of a waste you are!
I thank Jesus that He never gave up on me, when I gave up so many times on myself...when I chose to live a second rate life for years...He relentlessly pursued me, and never stopped loving me. I still have wars in my soul...sometimes an attack from the enemy, and sometimes an attack from ME, but He is bringing me along...Praise Him!
Great little write, my big brother!
Cathy-Forgiven:) |
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