Yesterday her old-soul eyes were dry.
Just another scorched spirit empty
Of any tears to cry.
Yesterday they were lonely and sick,
Homeless, fatherless and forgotten
Their arms and legs just sticks.
Yesterday we shrugged, and stretched, and yawned,
Never admitting that children’s lives
Were something to be pawned.
Today quits our dry, selfish reasons.
We’ll be God’s voice, His hands and His feet,
‘Cause today is the Raining Season.
Today somebody with them played games,
Fed them rice, tucked them all into bed
And knows each of their names.
Today she softly began to weep
As she heard your voice, and in your arms
Safely was lulled to sleep.
-click here for more information about The Raining Season organization, or here for their Facebook page.
