We’ve again risen to the occasion,
Gathered...grasping hand in hand,
Reaching out to a suffering nation,
All across a horribly impoverished beaten land.
Music sung by earth’s angels’,
Raising awareness in our minds and hearts,
Sending aide to feed the poor in spirit,
Giving many hurting people…life’s brand new start.
How can one begin to say, ” Thank you”?
To a world who has gathered yet again,
To help once more…every child, woman and hurting man.
God sees what we are doing,
To help raise a nations people from depths of its pain,
He is standing right beside all of you,
Wiping away the tears of a nations...once viewed as hopeless rain.
By: Linda Winchell
Copyright: 2010
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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