On a mission:
In a faraway land,
Trying to be Jesus’ hands.
Observing how they live,
What help could I possibly give?
Coming in multitudes,
For medicine, water and food.
They’re dying to be heard,
But all I hear are jumbled words.
Each has their own story,
Help me to interpret their pleas.
Just look into their eyes,
Listen to the sound of their cries.
A hug, a loving lap,
A touch can bridge the language gap.
Little smiles filled with joy,
At the prospect of one small toy.
Of all the gifts we bring,
They marvel at the smallest things.
Parents’ eyes show relief,
Just to know their children will eat.
Though words may be unknown,
The smiles and tears are like our own.
All people big and small,
Love can be understood by all.
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