I feel for the poor—I read their stories—
Dictators get in the way of what could be their glory.
Many people are wanting to help but their help goes in vain.
Those power hungry control freaks ruin every line of hope.
The faith of the downtrodden, who seem to be slowly dying
is greater than any faith I have had.
I learn from them as I give to them and
I think my reward is the greatest.
They believe in Jesus, while I take His love for granted.
Their deep faith sustains them as they make
their soup out of semi-potable water, weeds and grass.
Their children are dying of malnutrition;
they sleep in a make-shift shelter.
The mother, with her deep faith,
watches for poisonous spiders and snakes.
How deep her faith; how deep her faith.
She has faith in her redeemer.
Her condition and that of her children seems hopeless,
but prayer and faith is her major tradition.
We have no cause to complain, but sometimes
we feel we have it bad. If the situations were reversed—
we would understand the meaning of sadness.
So now, all we can do is keep emptying ourselves for them—
the beautiful children of Jesus, whose life has been so grim.
I, too, pray to Jesus to watch over these precious beings.
Give them a room in your mansion, dear Father.
They deserve the best; they haven’t failed.
They have lived and died with passion; never having any doubt in You
Stanski
October 7, 2020
Steve Haarman 