Friday, April 10, 2009

What Happened to My Baby Girl?!

What Happened to My Baby Girl?!

Who were you really?
Yes, it sounds silly—
I knew you so well;
Now I’m living hell.
How can I go on—
One God gave on loan
Is no longer here;
I can’t change the gear;
I can’t move forward;
I can’t go toward
Life—I live in death,
Dying each life’s breath,
Missing one I love
Though she’s gone above,
My heart’s gone to hell

Since the day you fell . . . .

Where were you headed
Restless, pathetic—
Why did you so cling
To the sick’ning thing
That drained life away,
Making color gray,
Making happy sad,
Making honest bad,
S-t-e-a-l-i-n-g you from me,
Killing my baby!
See how I am stuck
In the mire and muck?
So lost . . . grieving you,
And then wondering who . . .

Who you really were

I didn’t know . . . her
The one friends describe
As one who’d imbibe,
Treating people mean,
Lying through your teeth.
M-a-r-i-j-u-a-n-a leaf
Controlled ev’ry move,
All moves to behoove
Smoking that next joint . . .
But what was the point—
To escape your life . . .
Into darkness rife?
They say you looked “hard,”
Cuts me like a shard;
My baby was soft
With no hacking cough.
She smelled like a rose,
No stench to the nose,
No cigarette stench
Where noses would pinch
To refresh the air.
But you didn’t care;
You just wanted more . . . .
Our LOVE you’d ignore;
It got in your way
Of having your way:
Party, sleep, repeat:
Destruction replete.
Well, you got your wish,
And I got anguish.
So you were destroyed,
And I face the void,
Wond’ring what happened,
Living life, saddened . . .
Where’d my baby go . . .
That – I’ll never know!

So I’m left to die
Broken heart inside,
Witnessing your death
Before . . . your last breath!
What happened to you
. . . Before . . . death took you?
My sweet baby’s gone,
Stolen by a clone
That people describe
Without you inside . . . .

THAT must be the child
Who’s tender and mild,
God resurrected
When death infected
Who stole you, went wild.
So THAT’S where you are!
Perched upon a star,
Talking with Mommy—
No more a zombie!
You have your TRUE soul;
God has made you whole!
That’s why I feel blessed
And my heart caressed
When we two commune,
Our hearts back in tune!
My baby is here;
Her spirit is near . . . .
No more bound by chains,
Now your heart regains
The soul God gave you
When He made you new.
Now I can rejoice;
I hear your REAL voice!
Though my baby’s “gone,”
She’s no more a clone!
Though death’s a fact,
My baby is back!

Bless-ed be Your name;
You all pow’r reclaim.
Buried in the tomb
You’ve changed to a womb
That begets the child
Satan had beguiled.
Now she is restored
As our prayers implored!
It’s like Jesus said,
Before He was dead . . .
“Wheat must fall and die
To reap its real life!
So each man must die
To reap his true life!”

Baby, though you died,
In Him you abide!
Now freed from all sin,
True freedom you win.

You live though you died!

In peace, I'll abide;
God's love comes beside . . .

Command those who are rich in this present world not to be arrogant nor to put their hope in wealth, which is so uncertain, but to put their hope in God, who richly provides us with everything for our enjoyment. Command them to do good, to be rich in good deeds, and to be generous and willing to share. In this way they will lay up treasure for themselves as a firm foundation for the coming age, so that they may take hold of the life that is truly life. 1 Timothy 6:17- 19

Jesus replied, “The hour has come for the Son of Man to be glorified. I tell you the truth,
unless a kernel of wheat falls to the ground and dies, it remains only a single seed. But if it dies, it produces many seeds. The man who loves his life will lose it, while the man who hates his life in this world will keep it for eternal life.” John 12:23-25

Jesus said to her, "I am the resurrection and the life. He who believes in Me will live, even though he dies . . . ."

Written 4/9/09 - What Happened to My Baby Girl?! - Angie Bennett Prince


1 comment:

Emily said...

This is a heartbreaking poem. Hugs...

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