Heather Burns

Children Of The World #1 - Poem by Heather Burns

In our every day lives, we tend to forget others
needs. We stay in our own back yards, and never
venture outside our gate. Forget to look at the
children of the world struggling to exist daily.

Hardly enough to eat, wearing rags for clothing,
housing in shacks, drinking polluted water.This is a
shame to humanity.

God did not mean for it to be this way. These little
ones are at the mercy of the world. This could be our
children. In a sense it is, for we are our brothers

We are lucky to be born in this country. With it's
faults, it is still the most respectable on earth.

I truely believe as we supply the little ones, God
will resupply us. For children tug at his heart strings.
When we touch a childs life, you are touching God's
heart. As we help the children in their desperation
God will reward us for our generosity.

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, August 10, 2010

Poem Edited: Friday, July 29, 2011

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