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 loanIs no longer here;I can’t change the gear;I can’t move forward;I can’t go towardLife—I live in death,Dying each life’s breath,Missing one I loveThough she’s gone above,My heart’s gone to hellSince the day you fell . . . .Where were you headedRestless, pathetic—Why did you so clingTo the sick’ning thingThat 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 stuckIn the mire and muck?So lost . . . grieving you,And then wondering who . . .Who you really were—I didn’t know . . . her—The one friends describeAs one who’d imbibe,Treating people mean,Manipulating,Lying through your teeth.M-a-r-i-j-u-a-n-a leafControlled ev’ry move,All moves to behooveSmoking 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 softWith no hacking cough.She smelled like a rose,No stench to the nose,No cigarette stenchWhere noses would pinchTo refresh the air.But you didn’t care;You just wanted more . . . .Our LOVE you’d ignore;It got in your wayOf 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 dieBroken heart inside,Witnessing your deathBefore . . . your last breath!What happened to you. . . Before . . . death took you?My sweet baby’s gone,Stolen by a cloneThat people describeWithout you inside . . . .THAT must be the childWho’s tender and mild,God resurrectedWhen death infectedOut-of-control-childWho 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 blessedAnd my heart caressedWhen we two commune,Our hearts back in tune!My baby is here;Her spirit is near . . . .No more bound by chains,Now your heart regainsThe soul God gave youWhen 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 tombYou’ve changed to a wombThat begets the childSatan had beguiled.Now she is restoredAs our prayers implored!It’s like Jesus said,Before He was dead . . .“Wheat must fall and dieTo reap its real life!So each man must dieTo 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
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This is a heartbreaking poem. Hugs...
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