Suffer Little Children
Happy, smiling, round and sweet, gurgling at their mother's feet,
fed and clean and warm and happy, snuggled in a clean white nappy.
Crying, hungry at empty breast, cold and swollen stomach as the rest,
war-torn panic reigns all around, a child lays dying and makes no sound.
Oh! the injustice of these children's lives-some happy, smiling-while another dies
sometimes this world just is not fair, one death's too many-what to compare.
God in your compassion help us to see-we cant let this happen-we cant let this be,
Guide us God with your saving grace, help us give all children a smile on their face.
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