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"The Little Girl" © John Michael Montgomery If you like this song please support the Artist by purchasing the CD Lyrics for this song are below the Poem Death Of An Angel © Kenneth J. Ellison 07-21-05 On A frosty December Morn A beautiful baby child was born, Unwanted by mother and father To them just a tiresome bother. They cared not for this little child, This baby girl so sweet and mild, A veiled pretense of love was made But ever so quickly that would fade. As she grew her needs they spurned And tortured her with cigarette burns, They beat her till bones were broken And meals were but a meager token. They locked her in a closet each day And not a word was she allowed to say, At night they chained her to a tiny bed, Never a kind or loving word was said. She wondered why no one loved her, Why was she hated by father and mother? She must have done something very bad To make them hate the only child they had. She survived until the age of four Then died on the dirty closet floor, Her starved and battered body lay still, This poor little child had lost her will. They dug a hole in the cold hard ground Where blackberry bramble surrounds, There they threw her lifeless body down Wrapped in a soiled and tattered gown. That day a little angel had died And the angels in heaven cried, Her soul was soared to heaven on high, Never again will she have to wonder why? ©Written by: Kenneth J. Ellison 07-21-05 The Little Girl "Lyrics" Her parents never took the young girl to Church Never spoke of His name Never read her His word Two non-believers walkin' lost in this world Took their baby with them What a sad little girl Her Daddy drank all day and Mommy did drugs Never wanted to play Or give kisses and hugs She'd watch the TV and sit there on the couch While her Mom fell asleep And her Daddy went out And the drinking and the fighting Just got worse every night Behind their couch she'd be hiding Oh, what a sad little life And like it always does The bad just got worse With every slap and every curse Until her Daddy in a drunk rage one night Used a gun on her Mom And then took his life And some people from the city Took the girl far away To a new Mom and a new Dad Kisses and hugs everyday Her first day of Sunday school the teacher walked in And a small little girl stared at a picture of Him She said, "I know that Man up there on that cross I don't know His name but I know He got off Cause he was there in my old house And held me close to His side As I hid there behind our couch The night that my parents died" © John Michael Montgomery New Guest Book Installed View our First Guest Book Here PLEASE DO NOT sign this book ~Created With Love~
"The Little Girl" © John Michael Montgomery If you like this song please support the Artist by purchasing the CD
Lyrics for this song are below the Poem
Death Of An Angel
© Kenneth J. Ellison 07-21-05
On A frosty December Morn A beautiful baby child was born, Unwanted by mother and father To them just a tiresome bother.
They cared not for this little child, This baby girl so sweet and mild, A veiled pretense of love was made But ever so quickly that would fade.
As she grew her needs they spurned And tortured her with cigarette burns, They beat her till bones were broken And meals were but a meager token.
They locked her in a closet each day And not a word was she allowed to say, At night they chained her to a tiny bed, Never a kind or loving word was said.
She wondered why no one loved her, Why was she hated by father and mother? She must have done something very bad To make them hate the only child they had.
She survived until the age of four Then died on the dirty closet floor, Her starved and battered body lay still, This poor little child had lost her will.
They dug a hole in the cold hard ground Where blackberry bramble surrounds, There they threw her lifeless body down Wrapped in a soiled and tattered gown.
That day a little angel had died And the angels in heaven cried, Her soul was soared to heaven on high, Never again will she have to wonder why? ©Written by: Kenneth J. Ellison 07-21-05
The Little Girl
"Lyrics" Her parents never took the young girl to Church Never spoke of His name Never read her His word Two non-believers walkin' lost in this world Took their baby with them What a sad little girl
Her Daddy drank all day and Mommy did drugs Never wanted to play Or give kisses and hugs She'd watch the TV and sit there on the couch While her Mom fell asleep And her Daddy went out
And the drinking and the fighting Just got worse every night Behind their couch she'd be hiding Oh, what a sad little life
And like it always does The bad just got worse With every slap and every curse Until her Daddy in a drunk rage one night Used a gun on her Mom And then took his life
And some people from the city Took the girl far away To a new Mom and a new Dad Kisses and hugs everyday
Her first day of Sunday school the teacher walked in And a small little girl stared at a picture of Him She said, "I know that Man up there on that cross I don't know His name but I know He got off
Cause he was there in my old house And held me close to His side As I hid there behind our couch The night that my parents died" © John Michael Montgomery
New Guest Book Installed View our First Guest Book Here PLEASE DO NOT sign this book ~Created With Love~
View our First Guest Book Here PLEASE DO NOT sign this book
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