I went to a home today where they care for kids whose parents won't.
Most of the time it's not their fault.
Learning it themselves as kids of the dark.
A parent, an aunt, an older brother abused these kids one way or another.
It's truly sad what's happened inside of these precious little children,
It makes me cry.
While we were there the phone rang.
"It's your Dad, he's on the line."
A smile on her face, she ran to the phone,
and I thought to my self she's been left here alone.
These children are alone, battered and beat,
sitting on the curb their life in defeat.
At times I wonder what God had in mind when I see things like this in our day and time.
At times I wish I was deaf, dumb and blind, but that won't justify their pain deep inside.
Of course you're to busy! It's just not your way! Besides your child just asked you to play.
These kids' hearts are broken everyday by parents who didn't care and gave them away.
They spend milk money on drugs, drinks and things and come home and abuse these poor little things.
We needn't condemn nor cast any stones, just choose to help them
so they're not left alone.
They're crying out to you, to every home. Don't close your ears and then wonder what went wrong.
We were told not to hug them or sit in our laps. They're dying for affection, please don't turn your back.
We all crave affection throughout our lives. A child without it
is devastated
then dies.
For the problem I speak of, there's a simple cure. Your love your caring, please volunteer!
It's not your money, cars, boats or stuff.
Please just share your love and time with us.
I want to be held and know someone cares.
What if you were homeless, with your soul so bare.
This isn't a request it's found in the bible, take care of the orphans and widows,
to them we are liable.
the first time I went to Orangewood children's home