The Returning

As I await the birth of another child any day now, I think of children all around the world and the suffering they endure. This piece is dedicated to them all, and their parents.

Laying silent in the dirt
Neath a canopy of sky,
Stains of hunger on his shirt
And a tear in his eye;

Sitting sobbing on the sands
Since the fire in the skies
Tore her father from her hands,
And her mother from her eyes;

Snuggled up in cozy bed,
She cannot shut out the noise,
Shuts her tired eyes instead
As her tears dampen toys.

All your suffering a crime,
But your day will come to soar,
Child, beyond the shades of time
Watches One who loves you more;

Unto Him is all return
And may yours be one sublime,
For the justice that you earn
Goes beyond the life of time.