Lord, Bless the Children

'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the land,
Many children were in need, with an out stretched hand:
Their hearts were all broken, and starving for care,
In hopes that great love . . .soon would be there.

These children were not nestled all snug in their beds;
While visions of hunger danced in their heads;
The children needed scarves and oh for a cap,
While finding a place for a cold winter's nap.

When out in the night there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from my spot to see what was the matter!
Away to the street I flew like a flash,
My head it was swimming . . . my eyes they did dash. .

When what to my wondering eyes should appear?
Another drug exposed infant . . .. Oh my dear!
Little out stretched arms and movements so mixed,
I knew in a moment he could not be fixed!

More rapid than eagles the children they came,
They were lunging and shouting, and saying my name
Rescues us,
Save us,
Hold us and care!
Give us your love, and show us you'll be there!

From the top of their heads to the tip of their toe;
The needs of them all did so greatly show!
Standing up and turning around,
Were yet more children waiting to be found.

They were dressed in sickness from their head to their feet,
Lonely and scared awaiting the death, they would meet.
Their faces so sad . . .. and old from their life,
Experiencing nothing but sadness and strife!

They spoke not a word, they eyes showed their work,
Filling me with sorrow, my heart how it hurt.
Their hands gentle touching the tip of my nose
Giving me a nod and a smile; my heart oh it rose!

I sprang to my knees, to my Father a prayer,
The children in need, they are everywhere.
My Father above, exclaim in a voice quiet and strong,
Care and love for my children and to ME you'll belong.

My your life be blessed and your children strong

May they be be healthy, happy, and have nothing be wrong





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