The Orphan's Cry

The Orphan’s Cry

Do you hear the orphan’s cry?

Or does it call to me only? Oh Why?

A boy, a girl, a mere face in the crowd

God’s own creation; oh how they make Him so proud.

There’s an orphan girl, with skin of brown

She wears an outward smile, stretched over a frown.

Forgotten she feels, alone in this plight

Rise up oh Christian, don’t give up the fight.

My heart aches to love her

To call her – my own

We bade God the question, “How could this occur?”

For thoughts of anymore, we did no longer stir.

But, oh dear child, with eyes full of hope

I cannot deny the full magnitude or scope

Your face, it slowly etched a place in my heart

And God reminds me, sweet child….to just play my part.

So, dear orphan girl with skin of brown

Spread a smile and remove your frown

For God called to me and of course I know why

There’s a girl named Sarah and there’s no time to cry!

by Trish Gerber