Little boy nine years old
Sitting by the telephone
Wondering if his daddy’s coming home
Oh Lord we need some help down here
Oh we’re crying out to you
Lord, there’s so many children dying
Lord, there’s so many mothers crying
Lord, there’s so many people waiting for You
Twelve years old and her momma’s gone
Her daddy’s mad so she can’t go home
She wonders when it all will finally end
A girl stands by the corner sign
Her clothes are way too small
Her hair is done and her make-up’s on
She’s selling herself for rent
Oh Lord we need some help down here
Oh we’re crying out to you
Lord, there’s so many children dying
Lord, there’s so many mothers crying
Lord, there’s so many people waiting for You
Lord we know You have a plan
And You’re waiting for Your time
But we need a little help to save the world
When will You come?
When will the pain be gone?
When will the Lord come again?
When will the children stop dying?
When will the mothers cease crying?
When can we stop waiting for You?
Friday, October 08, 2004
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