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Reach Out Your Hand
There's a little boy in Africa Whose life is on the line He's been stealing from the vendors and re-selling for a dime Angry people yell and threaten As he tries to make them see The reason for his stealing Is to feed his family There's a little girl in Haiti Whose life is on the line She's been abandoned by her family And she's running out of time Her hair is turning orange And her belly's big and round A little girl in pain and fear Just waiting to be found Do we feel the pang of hunger? Do we try to understand The difference that our love could make If we'd reach out our hand? To bring a cup of water And a smile in Jesus' name Do we see our love could change them So they'll never be the same? There's a little girl in Mexico Whose life is on the line Those men who took her from her home Are no longer being kind The horrors that she must endure Each night at their command She feels ashamed and lonely And prays for her life to end Do we see the tears and heartache? Do we try to understand The difference that our love could make If we'd reach out our hand? To search out the lives forgotten And help pull them through the pain To offer love and healing So they'll never be the same I choose to see the heartache I choose to see the pain I choose to give of my life So they'll never be the same
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