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The Little Lost Child

Updated on April 3, 2016

The Little Lost Child

The snow lay blanketed all around,

The Child stood rooted to the ground,

I'm lost, she cried, all to herself, in fear,

And with that thought, down each cheek rolled a tear,

I wish I'd stayed out of the woods, she cried,

But that didn't help, and at last she sighed,

Everyone would miss her before very long,

Jesus will help me even though I've done wrong,

But her thoughts were broken as she heard a sound,

I've got to be brave, she thought, as she turned around,

But there was nothing there to meet her frightened gaze,

Nothing but trees, and the cold white haze,

She began to get cold although her coat was very thick,

She thought, "Mom will be mad now. cause I'll get sick,"

Then she began to cry all the more,

As she thought of the spanking and her bottom being sore,

Then out of the silence she could hear,

Someone was calling her name quite near,

She began to follow the sound through the trees,

Blindly she followed till she fell to her knees,

She realized she was crying harder now,

Her one thought was following that sound,

But how? She was so tired she hurt everywhere,

She lifted her head only to stare,

At a man coming nearer, dressed entirely in white,

She wasn't scared, he was a welcome sight,

He came up next to her and held out his hand,

She took it and then started to stand,

Looking up at him, she thought, what a beautiful man,

We'll walk home now angel, He said, if you think you can,

She nodded her head, she suddenly wasn't tired at all,

They walked through the woods watching still more snow fall,

Then suddenly she realized she wasn't even cold,

She hadn't felt cold since his hand she had took hold,

With wonder she looked again at the man by her side,

His eyes were so gentle, and his smile was so wide,

On they walked through the trees,

Still she wondered who he could be,

At last lights she saw ahead through the trees,

She started to thank him, but fell to her knees,

The man wasn't there, Instead where he'd stood,

Lay a small cross made entirely of wood,

Then the tears really began to come as never before,

For she realized who her friend had been--once more.

By Pamlia Wall 1/21/1987


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      Pamlia Wall 5 years ago from Ararat North Carolina

      Thank you so much Azure sky. Those feelings you described are the exact ones I had when I wrote this poem. I am glad that you knew who I was describing. Thank you again. God Bless you for taking the time to read my work. Pamlia

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      azure_sky 5 years ago from Somewhere on the Beach, if I am lucky :)

      Pamlia...your poem immediately sent shivers down my spine, eyes welled up with tears and I started to get that sick feeling in my stomach, but then I had to break out in a smile when the "man in white" showed up....I knew right away who her "Savior" was. You wrote this so beautifully, and I appreciate that you shared it, and brightened my day! Thanks so much! Clicking everything that I can for this one :) God Bless you, Dear Lady!