The Little Girl

by John Michael Montgomery

Her parents never took the young girl to church
Never spoke of His name, never read her His word
Two non-believers walking 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.

Blessed Lord Jesus, help us to know that You are beside us protecting us in good time and bad times.