A Child Sleeps
A child sleeps as armies clash.
A piece of dirt covered with blood
This killing for a piece of mud.
Still the child sleeps.
A child prays, but not for cash
Shared love and lives make the spirit lift.
The giver’s always greater than the gift
So the child prays.
A child dreams as people dash
To jobs and things to fill the day
Their best dreams forgotten anyway
Yet the child dreams.
A child sings, doesn’t hear the crash
The crush the crowds, the seething mess
Desperately seeking more and getting less
As the child sings.
MMM -- Mission Musings 