A Baby in a Dumpster

A baby in a dumpster is crying to be loved,
No one knows he’s there shivering in the cold.
He’s only three hours old and lucky to be alive,
It’s an unsolvable mystery to know if he’ll survive.

Mommy never wanted him. So she had to let go.
Daddy hasn’t been around since the doctor let him know.
It’s amazing how this child may have been spared,
If Daddy stopped at a corner drug store and prepared.

A baby in a dumpster is a little quieter now,
He would get out and leave if he only knew how.
Four hours old now and he has not yet been fed.
If someone doesn’t come quick he’s sure to be dead.

No grandparents to help him. They don’t even know.
If Mommy only told the truth when she started to show.
She moved in with a friend; got no prenatal care.
She had such a cute baby with a full head of hair.

A baby in a dumpster is not breathing much.
His blood is not flowing, he’s cold to the touch.
Five hours old now, and six he will never know.
The dump truck backing in tells us where he’ll go.

Why would God ever let this take place?
Does He not see the innocence on this child’s face?
He’ll never learn to stand or even say his first word.
He will never run in a park and see a flying bird.

A baby in a dumpster is now without a pulse.
You could always blame God but that would be false.
His soul is slowly rising to be in His loving embrace.
We all can rest assure that he is in a better place.