They Are Seekinng Your Helping Hands

Do ye hear the children weeping, O my brothers, sisters , friends all I have here ? Ere the sorrow comes with years ? They are leaning their young heads against their mothers, — And that cannot stop their tears. The young lambs are bleating in the meadows ; The young birds are chirping in the nest ; The young fawns are playing with the shadows ; The young flowers are blowing toward the west— But the young, young children, O my dears, They are weeping bitterly ! They are weeping in the playtime of the others, In the country of the free. Do you question the young children in the sorrow, Why their tears are falling so ? ? ? Do you know their crying hungry heart Is seeking your helping hands ? Children are a gift from God ... A story does not exist unless it's told...