Children
The children they walk in the streets no shoes on their feet.
Millions of people they die from no food to eat.
My corvette got a flat tire I'll have to stay home.
And if the wind blows Ill mess up my hair so lend me your comb.
The children the children they cry, but there's nobody there.
Sickness and poverty are the burdens they bare.
My boss says to have it by two, there goes my lunch break.
And if they run out of shrimp, I'll just have the steak.
The children they live day by day, no use making friends.
They're only a moment in Time, in front of a lens.
Man that touches my heart, here here's a ten.
But I haven't the time right now and don't ask me when.
The children the children alas, are going away.
They'll never be my flesh and blood, and I'll never see their face.
But will I welcome them into my love, for the sake of Jesus' name.
Can I open the door of my heart, to help relieve some pain.
Oh, what shall I say.
Will I, extend my hand, in Jesus name.
U.Art.Known
I am not responsible for the whole world, and I will not feel guilty about that. For I cannot reach into all the corners of the earth and bring relief and comfort to everyone who needs it. That is God's job and He is able to accomplish what He chooses. But, is there one, or two, that I might be able to help? One or two that the Lord opens my eyes to, that I may be able to comfort, and to wipe their tears, and to give them hope? Maybe they are next door, maybe in the next town, maybe farther. Will I reach for them? Will I comfort them? Can I love them? And how will I do that? Do I have to "set myself aside" or "deny myself" as a prerequisite. Well that is one way, an "outside looking in" way. But rather, O Lord, let the work that you are doing in me well up to the point that I cannot help but love them. Then there is no false pretension and no reason for guilt theology, then we all will be blessed.