The First Thing That Touched Me at Church Today

We are celebrating children this month. We read, “We Pray for Children. . .” The poem nicely reminds us to think of our children and those less fortunate. Here’s an excerpt:

We pray for children
who sneak popsicles before suppers,
who erase holes in math workbooks,
who can never find their shoes.
And we pray for those
who stare at photographers from behind barbed wire,
who can’t bound down the street in a new pair of sneakers.
who never “counted potatoes,”
who are born in places we wouldn’t be caught dead,
who never go to the circus,
who live in an X-rated world.
. . . .
We pray for children who want to be carried
and for those who must,
for those we never give up on and for those who don’t get a second chance.
For those we smother … and for those who will grab the hand of anybody kind enough to offer it.
Please offer your hands to them so that no child is left behind because we did not act.

It brought a tear or two to my eye.

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