Next In Line
We all know that hunger exist we needn't even go out the door
For it is right there in our very midst as that never ending war
So we place it on the back edges the farthest part of our mind
Those emotions that it dredges are far more than I care to find
But this story was so different and I couldn't help but turn and look
And the message that it had sent as my whole entire body shook
For the line was long that day as many would not even get to eat
The little seven year old inching his way as upon that sun would beat
But now he was finally first he was at the head of that long line
Not thinking of his own thirst he pulled a three year old from behind
Telling the missionaries to take her ahead as they took her little hand
He allowed her to eat instead something many of us don't even understand
And when they came back to that spot calling again to this little angel
His own needs he again forgot, "take this child too for he does not feel well"
Such a sacrifice that this child had made in such a drought barren land
Oh how his example has weighed standing alone barefoot in the hot sand
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