I was born, I was meant to be
But my mom and dad abandoned me
I was found by some strange man
He rescued me from a garbage can
I should have died or so they said
They can’t believe that I’m not dead
They poked and prodded and stuck me too
My little body was black and blue
They ran me through a hundred test
But whose was I, they could not guess
My parents names they did not know
So they just called me little Jane Doe
I cried a lot, cause I was scared
I felt as if no one cared
And then I felt this loving touch
My worries and fears didn’t seem so much
A still small voice whispered in my ear
Hush my child, your Father’s here
(Ephesians 1:2)