Share a Smile

I called my daughter on the telephone
her mother is getting ready to have baby number five
so their house was in a turmoil.
She felt lonely and alone,
though cheer for me she did strive.

She burnt her hand on the stove she says
trying to make dinner,
though she's only ten.
Someone called her stupid and worthless, it's true.

To California my thoughts and anger flew.
I sought to right a wrong
and make her mother and step dad
sing a brand new song,
courtesy of my anger and hurt
at them treating my precious girl that way.

In the end I just had to pray.
When others want to use hurtful words
and treat loved ones with contempt,
Lord please send them your light
to brighten what must be darkness
that turns their days to night.
Make them share a smile wide
instead of the hurtful words
they have often cried.