Unwanted Children Poem by louis rams

when i looked into this childs eyes
i saw the hurt, the pain, and i began to cry.
it was a house of despair
the homeless and unwanted children
all lived there.

all their lives they searched for love
and a place to live
so much love they had to give.
all they wanted or needed
was a loving family.

is this too much to ask from you or me?

how can we go to bed, when they
have no place to rest their heads.
how can we expect these children to survive
when we turn our backs
and close our eyes.

i heard adults say: why should i shed a tear
for a child i did not conceive.
why should i be the one to bereave.

do we still not cry for the death of CHRIST?
he was conceived by another.
wouldn't you be proud
to have been his father or mother?

GOD put all these children on this earth
more than gold i think they; re worth.
let's get them out of that house of despair
and show them all that we do care.

a lttle step goes a long way
and it'll be done day by day.