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 Wee Warriors Suffer the children, broken and abused. For imagined crimes they stand accused. Wee warrirors trudge through the day, bobbing and weaving, watching what they say. Little bodies painted with bruises. Their very presence, like fire on fuses. Sad faces and pleading eyes, begging for love and strong family ties. Body and soul, abuse taking toll Cries behind doors a neighbor ignores Yet tiny victims still love and protect, even the hands of pain and neglect Unconditional love and forgiveness abounds as they walk in God's ways to heavenly sounds. It's positive proof of their great reward. They've been delivered into the hands of the Lord.  TQD |