they never grew up, they were already there

How many lost childhoods pass into the mist
How many lives lost amidst
The never grew up
They were already there
War child
Children wounded by war
Proof that life is unfair
And it goes on
And it only gets worse
Endless atrocities
Brutal realities
Money comes first
Like a curse
Repeated

Children Suffer

The ones who suffer are the ones
Who've yet to do anything
Our hands wring
For our own suffering
But the greatest is paid
Poured out to the youngest
To those most innocent
Who's lives are spent
In sorrow
Every child is a miracle
Each of their sorrows is a crime
Every child's heart is special
And that only changes
Over time

Blessed by Him

I used to think I would die
Consumed by fire
Or hanging by my own whim
I had no desire to live
I was crushed by my own sin
But then I had a son
Who made me hope again
Who washed my tears away
Who gave me the light of day
When all I had was night
I am told I shouldn’t seek salvation
In the being of another person
But I didn’t seek a thing
I was blessed
And it was by him

Woven

Holy presence
Celebration
Life begun
Blessed creation
By the creator’s hand
We are woven
With such fascination
From love so holy
Let every child be held
With hands that will never fail
Let every spirit bless
Every parent
So that love prevails