FOR THE CHILDREN
| An Angel came to visit speaking
to me softly with a gentleness, I've never heard before. In the angels
hands was a golden bowl laden around the rim with
diamonds.. "I've come to collect tears, Tears are precious drops when shed
for others, Millions of tears just like these
"Does God cry tears when his children
Children's lives so quickly abandoned
without regard to the races a tender tide turns ruff and cruel and the
midnight
The salted drops of spirit spent
isn't
So weep your tears for innocent lost
pray
And I thought of all the sorrow this
And I cried for all the children
as the
- Anna Mattingly
.............May God give
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