Baby's Cry
A loud baby's cry heard up to heaven,
born to this poor family...child number seven.
There was no sterile room or basket of flowers,
no soft fluffy blanket...no electrical power.
This baby's first cries were from hunger you see,
I heard the loud cry...and looked up from my tea.
What was that I pondered as I picked up my cake,
surely it was some thunder or kind of mistake.
To often we're blinded...wearing rose colored glasses,
I bet the good Lord would like us off of our asses!
It takes little effort to help those in need,
so be an example...and plant the first seed.
P.R. Deremer
Copyright © Pam Deremer | Year Posted 2015
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