He Sees...

Rain comes down in raging torrents
Like the tears of God.
Puddling on the ground in rivers
Like His gentle love.

Rushing to the sea in torrents

Like His mighty arm.
Strong to save and rescue all
The small forgotten ones.

Injustice is all noted by 
The tender eye of God.
He holds His dear ones to His heart
And keeps them in His love.

The tears of each small lonely child 
Are cupped within His hands.
He weeps from heaven as He waits
With angels at command.

He sees their pain and watches close
To shelter them from harm.
Just like the sparrows, He knows them,
And keeps them in His arms.

He shepherds them so safely on
And bends to touch their hearts.
He holds them oh so gently close
Although we're far apart. ❤️

God sees the children. Those hurting in abusive relationships, ignored in broken families, terrified in war-torn countries, and starving in poverty-stricken places. 

Sometimes we have a chance to love some of these little souls for awhile. Let us be assured that God's eye is on each of them and we are responsible to love those He brings to us. When they leave us, He keeps them. 💔

One heart at a time. 

My Dream...

I wish that I could change the world

Into a better place. 

I want to rescue all the kids

Who're ruthlessly displaced. 

I want to hold them, stop their cry

Replace it with some love.

If I could only take them in

And build a home of love. 

I guess I'd build a cottage

At a place beside the sea, 

So they could see God's handiwork

And play out on the lea.

Oh, I would need some workmates though

Who'd help me change some diapers, 

And cooks and bakers who would take,

The time for little fingers. 

I'd also bring the homeless in

(Perhaps we'd need expansion.)

I guess I'd need a carpenter

With cash hid in his apron!

And then I'd bring a pianist,

To add some joyful noise.

Of course there'd be a doctor too,

To bandage careless boys. 

If that were done, I'd fetch the teens

Who stand behind Tim Hortons.

I'd bring them home and play some chess,

While listening to their problems. 

I guess we'd need some more adults

To help with adolescents.

It really is a tricky thing,

To navigate those changes. 

Oh yes, I'd bring a preacher too

Who'd get down on their level.

And help them see the God above 

Who loves them from His heaven. 

Perhaps we'd also add a wing

For dear old lonely ladies,

Who pet their cats and sit and stew,

Abandoned by their families.

To that, we'd add a room for plants

So they could have some flowers. 

The children could learn much from them

And cheer their lonesome hours. 

Oh wouldn't it be completely grand

If all these dreams were true?

You see it just might be the dream

Of One who rescued you. 

I think He'd like to bring the boys 

And girls from off the street.

I'm sure He'd care about the lost

Teens living in defeat. 

So shall we go and help Him make

His glorious dream come true?

Perhaps we should begin by prayer

And ask, "What shall I do?"

If we would all go down the street

With eyes and hearts edged wide.

I think we'd find a lot of folks

That we could bring inside. 

You take your mansion, I'll use mine.

And rather than one place,

We'll reach the people all around 

And help them find God's grace. 

I think He'd be quite pleased if we,

Would bring His children home.

He really doesn't like to leave

Them crying all alone. 

You are a child of God the King.

You have His highest favour

I know there's more who'd like to come

And let Him be their Saviour

Inasmuch as ye have done it unto one of the least of these my brethren, ye have done it unto me. Matthew 25:40b