BE A BRIDGE TO JESUS

Starved and thirsty with an empty cup.

Sick and throwing up.

A disease from the water,

Or daily dying is someone’s daughter.

Mal-nourished and wasting… gone.

Third-world child and American girl sing a song.

Exploit of the sex-trade.

Trapped in the moral degrade.

Just surviving from trick to trick,

Or striving to satisfy from click to click.

Slavery – cost of porn.

From captured trafficked to captive viewer

The industry born.

Alone with no home.

Lonely, empty is the groan.

Family gone from disease at age six,

Or neglected boy lost in the mix.

Estranged and losing hope fast.

Child of Africa and son of a parental split seek to belong at long-last

To be the bridge to Jesus!

Children are starving, hurting, broken,

Trapped in the system they live or in lies spoken.

The malnourished baby.

The anorexic teen.

The prostituted girl.

The sex-craved slave.

The Orphaned boy.

The divorce-afflicted child.

This generation, whether literal or figurative, is dying…

Eyes of the casualties pleading out, crying.

Look!  Don’t ignore the faces of our children.

Or allow numbing from the painful truth.

Across the continent to right in America,

The youth’s stare speaks stark and clear.

They need a rescuer to reach out a hand

Someone that cares  an dloves enough to stand

In the gap between life and death,

Be A Bridge To Jesus

The Hope, The Healer…

The very source of breath.

--Krinda Carlson,