No water to drink or food to eat
No mother to love but life is sweet.
There's bugs all around and mud on our feet
No toys any where, we play in the street.
We love each other more then you think
We smell really awful, you might say that we stink.
We smile everyday, as we dig for our meals,
In dumpsters in trash cans or whatever appeals.
We make toys from branches and play with some bugs
Never knowing the comfort of any fatherly hugs.
But we smile while we play
And enjoy everyday.
We watch as most of our friends pass away
From hunger or thirst or our dirty conditions,
We all start to slowly decay
We have no physicians
No one to help us as we're left here dieing
No one to worry about our silent crying
So here we are thousands of miles away from you
Still waiting for some one to come to the rescue
But we'll wait and we'll wait
For someone to come
With love in a bag and hugs to give out,
With food and some water
And few pair of shoes.
Cause Christmas is coming
And it's that time of year
When we hear about Jesus
And we all start to tear.
We know that God loves us
There's never a doubt
But we still need you
and your help to figure it out.
Author notes
Please help our missionaries with any thing you can, financially, emotionally, or with your prayers. There are so many homeless children that we may never hear about or even know the existence of. But trust me when I say that they need us as much as we need them. God wants us to go to his children and teach them about Him and help them in any way that we can. They live a simple life and their main concerns are food water and clothing. As for us...well... we worry about bills about materialistic things about our hair, our very "expensive" clothes. We are so pathetic. Even so, our help is needed far beyond our limits.
God bless,
Julie
Comments
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what a sad story you give us here.
And yes our missionaries do need all the help we can give them.
God will bless those who do.
love you precious
s
Momma
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