Love a Child
Oh the suffering that I see, a tiny dusty dirt floor room
These poor children of Haiti never seeing a flower bloom
Standing in a food line the poorest Nation 90 miles away
While I rest in bed doing just fine thinking yeah, but not today
So looking through the T.V. guide nothing really catches my eye
And my own curiosity I couldn't hide, because maybe I would try
So many of them big and small as the line is as far as one can see
How could we ever feed them all and after all, I mean, it's only me
Some children wearing a school uniform they seemed to be the happiest
But I knew that this is not my norm and that I must really be blessed
And then this number came on the screen to send one more child to school
And what that one act would mean, and well, I just thought that was really cool
After I did it I never felt better just thinking of their smiling face
Then two weeks later I got a letter and then I truly felt God's Grace
Be it Haiti or your next door neighbor give something to someone today
For the true fruits of your labor only come from the seeds that you lay
Dedicated to Bobby and Sherry Burnette
Love A Child
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