Empty Eyes

I was awakened late one night
and could not return to sleep.
So I decided I would sit and
watch a little T.V.
I switched the channels aimlessly
not knowing what to watch...
Until I hit a certain program and I
turned up the volume just a notch.
It was the faces of half starved and half
clothed children that captivated me...
And when I looked into their hopeless, helpless,
and empty eyes, my heart did bleed.
I found myself wanting to hold their little bodies next
to mine, to rock them and sing to them a lullaby.
To tell them my God is real, so very real and that
he wants to change their lives.
But who will care enough and who will
provide a way?
God please help me, I am your servant
have your way.
I know dearest Lord that it is your will that these
precious children be clothed and fed.
Because it was for them also that on a cold,
cruel cross you bled.
So once again God, with a broken and
heavy heart I pray.
Change me God, and provide
a way....
Until then, their empty eyes I will see.
Their hunger I will feel....
For in my heart and mind they are forever engraved.