As I wake in the morning and do my hair
A 14 yr old is trapped in the enemy’s lair
She works the night shift selling her body
Her soul’s still her own but it’s broken and bloody
As I pour myself coffee and eat my egg
A mother holds her son as he sobs with each ache
His stomach is empty, days without food
Her mother’s heart breaks, what else can she do?
As I get in my car and drive my kids to the pool
A young boy wanders, he's afraid, but no fool
His village is plundered, for his family it’s too late
If he lets the guerillas catch him, he’ll become what he hates
As I go online to consume, purchase and buy
A man is beaten, imprisoned and left to die
Teaching others about Jesus is the only reason
It’s a crime in his country akin to treason
As my husband returns home at the end of the day
Another family’s dad is running away
He has betrayed his wife and crushed his kids
They can’t help but wonder, “Is it something we did?”
As I tuck my three kids safe in their beds
And kiss the tops of their little, sweet heads
A mother contemplates aborting her child
Scared this baby will cost her a “life worthwhile”
As I then lie in bed, grab my Bible to read
God reminds me of all those around me in need
“What can I do?” I say to the wall
“I’m only one person. How can I save them all?”
“Trust in me as I work out my plan
And embrace the important role I’ve given to man
As a child of mine you can intercede
On behalf of the suffering and those in need”
I climb out of bed and get on my knees
I cry out to God with petitions and pleas
How had I missed that through prayer I can fight
For those whose days are an endless night?
And God, in His sovereignty, has promised
To hear my prayers and answer in earnest
Then when He reaches down,touches a life,
I'm a small part of ending their strife
It’s true; prayer’s not the only thing we can do,
There’s money and time to be given too
But prayer is powerful because it’s God’s plan
To work in this world through His relationship with man.
If you died today, are you absolutely certain that you would go to heaven? You can be! TRUST JESUS NOW
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This was a beautifully written poem. For me, it put into perspective the evils of the world versus my many blessings.
Its funny, just today, my youngest daughter told me she prayed for a specific type of snack to materialize in the cupboard. Our house is stocked with food, but she prayed for one particular item. How vain and complacent we are at times.
Meanwhile, there is another little girl, in some far off part of the globe, who is starving for one small slice of bread.
Your poem forced me to count the many blessings my family enjoys. It also reminds me to remember those who would benefit from our help.
Prayer is such a simple act to commit to, yer it carries tremendous power when given whole-heartedly. Thank you for reminding me.
I love the message you portray here of putting "feet" to our prayers. What a great way to encourage us to get involved.
After all, isn't that what Jesus would do? (Or what He did?)
Great poem. Keep up the good work. :)