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*****************Children Of Love*************10/4/79
love is looking into their eyes
and seeing the joy of your little
girl and boy.
these are the children of love
'pure and clean' just like a dove.
they fly above their elders lives
touching all the husbands and wives.
for most of them are the parents
of these children of love.
they are the guardians of these white doves.
'children of love' young and carefree
teaching all of us what life is meant to be.
showing us joy when we are sad
explaining happiness when they are glad.
expressing to us
what we choose to hide
life and love is one of a kind.
children of love is what they are
always near, never far.
they listen to us and what
we have to teach.
but we are the ones
who stretch out and reach.
trying to touch love
'from these little white doves'.
If I could put into words what I think and feel
It would be a never ending story, and I would not heal.
So I will write just what’s on my mind today.
For that won’t take too much away.
I’m thinking of all the children of the world
Who don’t have a roof above their head
Not even a soft tender bed.
Their beds are just papers thrown on the ground
They cry to themselves without making a sound.
The pain in their hearts no one can feel
They survive in the streets and learn how to steal.
Abandoned by the ones who brought them into this world
Is this the life for any boy or girl.
No food for them to eat, a candy bar is a treat.
No clean water for which to bathe
Now that is a crying shame.
These abandoned children , create abandoned children
for they know no other way.
And for their safety to the LORD I do pray.
There’s a tale that I must tell
Of a heart that I knew quite well.
This heart dwelled within her chest
And had given its very best.
Love and compassion had filled this heart
But it was taken advantage of from the start.
This love and compassion was given
Freely to children in pain
But to the adoption agencies
It was just a game.
“ sell the child to the highest bidder”
You work for us - we have no quitters !
Take them for all the money that you can
This is part of the company plan.
And promise them what you must
For in us they put their trust.
If they want a particular type of child
Then they will have to wait a while.
We can give them what they want
If the price is right.
But it will not be overnight.
If they just want a child , and there
Is no preference to how it must be.
We will fill the contract gladly.
We have black children, white children
Oriental too.
We’ll do what we must - to satisfy you.
Now her heart was overflowing
And she knew where she was going.
She went to the D C S where her
case she would rest.
The Department of Children s Services was
Already building a case, because
Of so many civilian complaints.
Now with the case pending
Where to place them, the judge was rendering.
“ I will take them if I can, for I have more
Than enough land.
I have a ranch with more than enough rooms
Give them to me it’s not too soon.
Do a background check, which I know you must
For in the system I put my trust.
One month later, they was living under their roof
For the courts had gotten the proof.
She raised the children like her own
And to the courts it was shown.
Now she can share her heart, and the children
Can have a brand new start.
LOVE AND COMPASSION RULE !
11/10/10
How can people think of children
as a commodity that they can buy or sell.
These are the people that should rot in hell.
There are women who get pregnant to make a living
They feel they have nothing in their lives worth giving.
Then here come the marketers-that with
Others their information they’ll share.
They find out from buyers what they want
In a child, and if they want it quick
Or can they wait a while.
If they want any child they can
Supply on on the spot.
Any particulars will take a little longer
And the price becomes harder and the
Search becomes stronger.
These marketeers have an underground
World Wide Web- supply and demand
Stays in their head.
These children are just figures on a tally sheet
The money they make, just can’t be beat.
Some children may find a good home
And possibly a good life- but the majority
Of them become sacrificed.
Put into slavery and prostitution at a very young age
Some are even locked up like animals in a cage.
No love, no schooling and very little to eat
A found dirty candy bar, is a fantastic treat.
Now starts another vicious cycle of this unending chain
Older kids preying upon younger children- just to survive.
This is the truth my friend- this is no lie.
Will any of these children be saved?
I don’t know ! But we’ll take it day by day
Two children walking down the street.
Seven or eight years old, the most that they could be.
Looking through the garbage for something to eat.
They found a half eaten hamburger that was thrown away
This treat would make their day.
They broke it in half , and together they ate
But they had to hurry for it was getting late.
Sooner older kids would be around and they
Knew that they would have to scramble and fight
For every morsel and every bite.
They hurried through the garbage
to see what else they could find.
Then they would have to run and hide.
The older kids would always bully the young
For on the streets this is how it is done.
They found a cup which still had soda and ice
And a small bags of fries
and with that they could get by.
They ran to an abandoned building where they slept
This is where they sat and wept
On a dirty torn mattress, and rags to use as a pillow.
And the sounds of rats in the rafters.
They huddled next to each other, and they began to pray.
This is what their mother showed them before she passed away.
They didn’t have any relatives that they knew of
But they prayed to the one above
For his guidance and his love.
Oh GOD ! We are your children, why do we suffer so?
My sister and I have done nothing wrong.
This is not where we belong.
Mom told us that you watch over all your children
And all we see is poverty and misery.
The older children know how to survive
But we are younger, and we’ll continue to try.
I saw a church just the other day
Which isn’t too far away.
Children playing and having fun
In the sprinklers and away from the sun.
Why can’t we be there?
Maybe some of the toys with us they could share.
This is my prayer for my sister and I
On these streets we do not want to die.
Their prayer had been answered on the same day
When a preacher who had been passing by that way.
He took them in and Fed them, cleansed them
and gave them clothes to wear
And with the other children some toys to share
The brother and sister went to the church
And got down on their knees , and thanked
Their mother who had given them hope
When there was none to be found.
And for telling them that GOD is always near
And listens to every word and every prayer.
HOPE IS THE KEY IF YOU WANT TO BE FREE.
i can't stop a child from crying
although it breaks my heart in two
children will cry
over a broken toy
over a wrong done to them
i can try for a moment to distract them
until tears well up again
and, like a gushing waterfall,
streak towards earth in blinding speed-
our children are our world
each beating heart
holding unfathomable potential to make changes
on and in our earth
our children are our future
each tiny hand
capable of holding firm the reins of the future
while straddling the past and present into
something that is important and real-
our children
lovely and innocent
are born to us
helpless and dependent
only wanting our
truest love and
tenderness.