After spending time with my friends at Compassion International, I wanted to share this poem again,
This poem is dedicated to children all around the world that have been forgotten.
Children who have no voice.
Children who have been victims of injustice, war, disease, abuse, lust and greed.
Children who God asks us to defend.
I wrote this poem based on David’s writing of the 68th Psalm where he says, God is a “Father to the fatherless, defender of widows—this is God, whose dwelling is holy. God places the lonely in families.”
I wrote this poem with the children of India, Africa, Mexico and our own inner cities in mind. You will see a piece of each of them in the poem.
AN ORPHAN’S VOICE
My mama’s sick, my daddy’s gone
My bellies empty, I’m all alone
I can’t grow food, the ground is poison
Religion says, it’s the path I have chosen
My papa lives in a new steel home
It’s a solitary place…
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