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The worst pain, is to see others suffer & be able to do.... nothing.
My Child

My child
....I weep for you

as I beg to God
to hold your pain in my own hands

My sweet baby....
I want to wish away your misery
...and place your suffering upon my own soul

My heart is heavy
...as I touch your head

My voice trembling
...as I whisper your name

My child
...I stand deafened by my own sobbing
frustrated with the unfairness of it all...

So much anguish
... for the human heart to bear

as I mourn for you...
my child....

- Debbie Lyn Jones

About: As I was leaving work one day, I paused to see reports of the Haiti earthquake unfolding on a TV monitor by the elevator. I went to my car, pulled out paper and pen.. and wrote the verse above. No edits. I created this video putting the writing to a tune & added photos. My tribute: https://youtu.be/fHTSmIi4w9M
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