The boy who we took clothes shopping, who just wanted to take off his trousers and curl up in the foetal position in the changing room.
Remember the sisters who watched their parents die and then watched their foster parents die.
Remember the boys rescued at minus-twenty degrees from the heating vents.
Remember their brother and sister who were rescued from their family, beaten and bruised.
Lord God, remember the hurt of the same two brothers who ran away numerous times and were swallowed up by the drug world.
Lord, remember what happened as their stomachs were being pumped dry – their siblings being adopted abroad, without even being allowed to offer a good-bye.
Lord God, remember the orphans.
And Father, though I am overwhelmed,
Please give me peace when I anger.
Give me rest when I tire.
Bandage me when I hurt.
Pick me up when I fall.
Lord God, though I am overwhelmed,
I am willing – send me.
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