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