ALL THE CRYING CHILDREN
All the crying children,
Can’t you feel their tears?
They’re broken, bruised and bleeding,
Scarred beyond their years.
They’re robbed of tender innocence,
Then left to weep and mourn,
Their spirits crushed and hopeless,
Their minds twisted and torn.
Oh! hear the crying children,
Reach out to them today.
Lead them to the Shepherd,
The one who knows the way.
The one who lifts the wounded
In arms of gentleness,
And bears them safely over
To the place of healing rest.
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