Jesus said bless our Children

Mark 10:13-16 (New Living Translation)

 One day some parents brought their children to Jesus so he could touch them and bless them, but the disciples told them not to bother him. But when Jesus saw what was happening, he was very displeased with his disciples. He said to them, "Let the children come to me. Don't stop them! For the Kingdom of God belongs to such as these. I assure you, anyone who doesn't have their kind of faith will never get into the Kingdom of God." Then he took the children into his arms and placed his hands on their heads and blessed them.

Jesus told us plainly that the kingdom belongs to the little ones we need to learn that they are our future if you want to see yourself look into their eyes 

At least 5 children each day from around the world die from child abuse!!!!

This happens across the board, no matter how much money they have or their ethnicity.

 Daddy ... It hurts

My name is Chris ,I am three,My eyes are swollen..I cannot see.

I must be stupid, I must be bad,What else could have made,

My daddy so mad?

I wish I were better,I wish I weren't ugly,Then maybe my mommy,

Would still want to hug me.

I cant do a wrong,I can speak at all,Or else I'm locked up,

All day long.

When I'm awake, I'm all alone,The house is dark,

My folks aren't home.

When my mommy does come home,Ill try and be nice,

So maybe Ill just get,One whipping tonight.

I just heard a car,My daddy is back,From Charlies bar

I hear him curse,My name is called ,

I press myself,Against the wall.

I try to hide,From his evil eyes, I'm so afraid now, I'm starting to cry.

He finds me weeping Calls me ugly words,

He says its my fault,He suffers at work.

He slaps and hits me,And yells at me more,

I finally get free,And run to the door.Hes already locked it,

And I start to bawl,He takes me and throws me,Against the hard wall.

I fall to the floor,With my bones nearly broken,

And my daddy continues,With more bad words spoken.

I'm sorry! I scream,But its now much to late,His face has been twisted,

Into a unimaginable shape.

The hurt and the pain,Again and again,O please God, have mercy!

O please let it end!

And he finally stops,And heads for the door,While I lay there motionless,

Sprawled on the floor.

My name is Chris ,I am three,Tonight my daddy,Murdered me.