She wears the scars
Hidden beneath her smile
A broken heart
Why is life so vile?

The crowded streets
No one seems to care
They just walk on by
With their noses in the air

She’s just a child
What if she was yours
Would you turn her away
Or would you open up your doors?

Out in the streets
Sick and all alone
Her soul so weak
Staring into the unknown

A man clothed in white
Takes her by the hand
Says, “Come with me”
To the Promised Land

She’s just a child
What if she was yours
Would you turn her away
Or would you open up your doors?

How could you turn her away?

6-07-05

Matthew 25:35-40