The Cry of Children by Shivonne

[Shivonne]

When a child cries with words he can not say,

seeing the pain in a child’s ways,

Changing life as it turns around,

seeing these tears that drop down from the clouds,

Arms that reach beneath these empty spaces that have no
sound,

these children that cry for hope still find a way to live,

until we see God’s hands that heal the sins of the living,

the cries that shout in vain find nothing inside these wall of
starvation,

but the sounds of men and women and children were crying within
the distance,

the diseases that strike the hearts of the men, women and
children in our world today,

seeing lives fade and disappear until our world becomes
a dark place with no meaning,

children start to die and the rest will begin to fade,

But where there is hope
God's hands, He will heal them
and give them strength to live.

[Joe]

Shivonne, You have a grand heart! I'm curious,what intrigued you to think of this poem?