12 September 2012
@ren360
Once I was three, My mommy disowned me, my daddy did too, Do you know how it feels, When no one loves you?
They left me in an orphanage, The very next day, They didn't say, "We love you," They just went away.
I didn't understand, Why they went, I never got why, I deserved such treatment.
Now I know, They wanted a boy, For a weak little girl, Would never bring them joy.
At the home, We worked all day, Doing the chores, While the mistress drank away.
I felt I was nothing, Like a gift from above, Like the Bible says. I never felt love.
I prayed every night, To Jesus, one in three, "Could you send someone please, Who will love me for me?"
Then one day, When I turned seven, My small prayer came true; An answer from Heaven.
My new mommy and daddy, Hugged me and said,"It's true, We'll never, ever, Stop loving you.
When I opened the door, To my new home, There sat a rug, That said "WELCOME."
That one little rug, And that, "We love you," Had just made, My dream come true.
So whenever I walk by, The old rug that says, "WELCOME," I remember that day, When I found my new home.
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