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I hear their laughter and wonder when they cry..
Is it pain or hunger that wets their eyes ?
why do they suffer?..for sake of learning?
For the world to feel little hearts yearning?
A life of need .do they not want to succeed?
As we all do..
A life anew they need love to.
Dry them all ..tears on little cheeks.
Put in their lives the bliss we all seek.
Give them hope fullfill their dreams.
these little faces should always beam.
With light and wonder and awe and joy.
Every little girl and all little boys.
not one should suffer nor feel disdain.
What troubles them all. Destroyed and slain.
Give it all back this treasure they lost.
Never feel empty from a love that was tossed.
If all you gave. Then all you would gain.
My wish when you see them.
You feel their pain.


by : Matt


We are always in the forge, or on the anvil; by trials God is shaping us for higher things.

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