The
sneering faces glare at you
Inside
the hearts are broken.
The
pain of life will never show,
Their sorrows never spoken.
These
children have been cast adrift,
Inside
no love is flowing.
The
pain of life is all they know
And
bitterness is growing.
Can
we see behind the mask,
The
rejected child within,
That's
trying to grow up as whole
In spite of the parents'sin?
What
did they ever learn of love?
What
is my obligation?
Is
there some way I can reach out,
Will
I risk humiliation?
They've
known mostly rejection
So
rejection's the way of life;
They
pull it around like a shielding cloak,
I
can't cut it with a knife.
Maybe
a warming smile will help
get through to
the shielded soul
That
hides within the hardened heart
Wrapped in the deep black hole.
Maybe
a warm invitation
"Come
back, I like to see you"
Can
somehow slip through the cracks
Where a message of care is new.
Maybe
they will warm their hands
At
the love that might repair
And
get beneath protective armors,
To
the hurting children there.
The
message of a patient love
Is
the only one I know
That
will get through the shield of an empty heart
And
cause that heart to grow.
April
Colburn ©
To the
world, you may just be somebody...but to somebody, you may be the world.
Richard D. Dover
In His
Steps Ministries
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