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a poem about the forgotten homeless children |
| Shivering alone on a winter night, This child we do not see Waits hopeful that one day we’ll come, Provide for all her needs. But most of all, this child longs For just someone who cares. She needs to feel a loving arm One strong, yet gentle; one fair. When the world has turned against her, It is our time to rise up To protect her from the cold of night To freely show God’s love. In a world that’s filled with horror With famine, war, and blood, Cold and sad this child waits. She does not have enough. How much time will we ponder? How long until we start? For despaired and weak This child waits This child with a broken heart. |