I take care of children orphaned and abandoned. I have often
heard these words whispered by the hearts of these children.
Be a loving father to me
Be a caring mother to me
Alone am I and very lonely
Please stand here, be near me
Without love, I’m so cold
Draw me to your heart, hold
Give a piece of your warmth
Stunted am I, help me unfold
Papa, don’t push me away
You are my only safe bay
I am a boat tossed by waves
In my darkness you’re the ray
Starved for wee love and care
In a body bruised and bare
Heal me with tender ointment
Moments of joy for me are rare
Papa at me please don’t yell
In kind voice you can always tell
Whatever you want to say to me
Harsh words break me to hell
Papa, for me you are God’s face
Mama, you are in the Lord’s place
Your presence is my life’s meaning
To me, in the world’s mad race
Here, everyone is running for self
No time to extend a hand to help
Money pulls and Mammon drives
Who in love would like to delve?
I reply:
Here I am for you, my child,
Your mother stands tender-n-
mild
Fear not, grow in strength daily
God cares in times good-n-wild
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