As the wind blows through the trees
and the rain beats upon the window pane,
so are the voices of the neglected and abused -
too often unseen, unheard, and hopelessly in vain.
Oh, who will hear the desolate ones?
Who will hearken to their cry?
Who will run to their aid?
Who will offer more than a “Sigh”?
Oh my, could it be
That it is to be you and it is to be me?
Should we lay down our life,
And enter into their pitiful plight?
"Yea" I say, I say “Yea",
For if we don’t what will become of them?
Some may say, “I will pray,
I will intercede on their behalf."
But then my friend, What good is a prayer
When they need someone to show God cares?
Can you hear the Spirit of God saying,
“Won’t you be my hands extended,
And reach out with my Love as I intended?”
Voices unseen, voices unheard,
We must answer the silent voices
By Giving Love its Due Turn.
~December 2008
