ALL
GOD’S CHILDREN HAVE RIGHTS
Children, children, in the heat of a fiery glow,
I know, now, why you weep.
You have something hurting, oh, so deep.
Let it out, let it out!
Don’t keep it in.
It’s not a sin
In God’s sight.
What you say, what you do,
Makes my heart sad for you.
You have no pride in you now.
If you saw me, you’d ask me
How do I live, what do I do?
The answer is: I think of you.
I sit in my wheelchair day in and day out
Wanting to talk about my life.
But you, little children, are often alone
Trying to live and with wounds to be sewn.
No one to talk to:
No one to say, “Come here, little children,
You’re safe from today,
Safe from the guns, the shooting so loud.”
Yet to people you are just faces in a crowd.
Find out your rights and stand up for them.
For in God’s eyes you are gems.
If you and your friends stand up straight and tall,
Then those germs of good will multiply
and the bad ones will fall.
Don’t feel you’ve done wrong—
Sing God’s song.
For in God’s sight
You’ll be doing what is right.
© Mary Collins