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Written Sept. 18, 1998, more than 10 years ago
My heart shed tears
When I asked her
Where do you live?
Where is your mother?
The disheveled hair
The dirty clothes
The plastic cup in her hand
Seemed to be the only thing she owned
Her eyes melted
I did not know what to do
Should I give her a coin
And have the others flock at me
Should I take her with me
But where will I bring her
Then the light turned green
I had to go
My entire being grew heavy
So I said a prayer
But I could not look into God's eyes
How can I say
“Praise You, Lord”
“I love You, Lord”
Just to walk away
Tonight I will have plenty of food
I will be lying on a bed
So soft, so clean, smelling so good
Little girl, I am thinking of you
God, put her in Your hands and keep her safe
Little girl, are you thinking of me too
I would like to ask
If I may
Please pray for me too
3 comments:
She has blessed you Pamy.
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Thanks Jeannie.... how, oh, how do we really care for these children right?
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