These are Your children, Lord, and they need You.
I need You.
Black-haired and brown-skinned, all wrapped in bright colors,
They wave their inked hands and flash dazzling smiles;
Swaying in rhythm to worshipful singing,
Eyes fixed on teachers, enthralled all the while.
These are Your children.
Cheering and whistling while pushing and crushing,
All these inked hands begin fighting for mine.
Asking my name or for only one selfie;
Eager eyes, hungry eyes, line after line.
I need You.
Thousands upon their knees, thousands all chanting,
Inked hands and clasped hands and hands lifted high.
Hear them in prayer ‘neath the colorful curtains;
Eyelids squeezed tightly, but Lord, see them cry.
These are your children.
Touch my hands, fill my heart, let Your love flow free
So that these pleading palms all could feel You.
I gave so little, but Lord, make it greater,
Let all these young eyes see that You are true.
I need You.
These are Your children, Lord, and they need You.
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