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The tiny white coffin was atop the dirt,
The pain and anguish pierced her-oh, how she hurt.
Her baby lay in that coffin in her little pink dress,
Nothing would be the same again-her whole life a big mess.
A cacophony of voices murmured all around,
She desired to go where her sweet baby was bound.
How could she stand to go on anymore?
Her heart was hurting what else was in store?
She recalled, "I am sorry your baby didn't make it."
And her wobbly knees that were shaking, forcing her to sit.
She was visiting her old neighborhood, now shoddy,
Random shots had torn through her little girl's body.
A sniper who was sick and out of control,
Had evaded cops walking and on patrol.
She'd looked at her sweet baby girl gasping for air,
She remembered her first breath, and screamed, "how unfair."
She refused to leave the coffin, and sat on the ground,
With a trembling hand she picked up something she'd found.
And through an avalanche of tears she looked up above,
She felt it rushing down from heaven, all of His love.
She felt so alive with her find as she read,
"Why do you seek the living among the dead?"
She searched her mind and her heart,
"Lord, please show me where to start."
Thoughts and images flickered through her mind,
She now knew she would not be left behind.
Her heart was akin to an engine racing,
As the Lord showed her what she would be facing.
She left knowing her baby was with the Father today,
And that she could carry on with God showing her the way.
"Lord care for my little girl," she whispered, then said,
"And please Lord, please don't forget to tuck her in bed."
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