The Prayer of the Children

Can you hear the prayer of the children?
On bended knee, in the shadow of an unknown room?
Empty eyes with no more tears to cry
Turning heavenward toward the light.
Crying, "Jesus help me to see the morning light
Of one more day. But if I should die before I wake
I pray my soul to take?"

Can you feel the hearts of the children?
Aching for home, for something of their very own
Reaching hands with nothing to hold on to
But hope for a better day, a better day.
Crying "Jesus help me to feel the love again!
Give me loving arms away from harm."

Can you hear the voice of the children?
Softly pleading, for silence in a shattered world?
Angry guns preach a gospel full of hate.
Blood of the innocent on their hands.
Crying, "Jesus! Help me to feel the sun again
Upon my face. For when darkness clears
I know you're near, bringing peace again."

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-Kurt Bestor