It’s Time My Friends
See the child crying because he is hungry
Hear his extended belly growl in pain
See his mother’s empty lifeless eyes
Echo his hunger and hang her head in shame
See the boy’s father face down in the street
Another third world country rabid rebel
Or was the food inside the fancy store
For a father too much temptation to expel
Oh, of course we hear their cries of hunger,
We see all the news reports of famine and war
And if we all dig just a little deeper in our pockets
Maybe the innocent families won’t suffer any more
Perhaps the child’s stomach will be filled
The mother’s eyes smile with love once again
The father won’t have to resort to robbery
To end his young son’s hunger pain
Didn’t Jesus teach us how to share?
When he divided the bread and wine
Let’s walk the walk not just talk the talk
It’s time my friends it’s time.
Huggs, Linda
Thank you.
John
A caring and beautiful message from a caring and beautiful soul!
Lisa
Love Tinka
Take care,
Sherry
Yes, it is time--it is past time we get off our high horses and feed and clothe those less fortunate, not only in times of disaster. Thank you for saying this so beautifully, powerfully and succinctly. I hear you, Brother!
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla. :)