Christmas is a happy time
For most children in the world
Little one's smile happily as
They think of presents in their dreams
But what of those in foreign
Lands where poverty reigns on so many
every day children see war and death
It's no wonder their dreams are so heavy
Do we call them children?
When all their lives they see
Atrocities surrounding them
They miss childhood in its entirety
How lucky those happy little ones
Who know nothing of those scenes as they grow?
Where lives are full of wondrous things
And always will be so
God Bless the little ones who suffer
Who live their lives in such pain?
And what irony is it when we say that
They are born to live and worship God's name?