You left alone at birth

or some other season

how does a life make sense

find a perceptible reason?

Deserted at 8 or 9

making grown- up plans

 learning to coordinate

little arms and hands

Dear child there is One

who sees you very clear

never letting go of you

He holds you ever dear

the further others are away

the closer is the One

cry to the stars and sky

He will always come

Each tear your sorrow shed

is sweetly kept and  saved

through life’s hardest ship

in celestial love you’re bathed

 

Some know the barren loneliness of the land  Forsaken. It is never a place you would choose to go. But many are dwell here all the same.

There is one place where you will see God’s wrath—>  that is in the mistreatment of orphans.

If you have been left adrift in life’s storm, call out to the Master- He answers your cry. He will be there in the land of the forsaken.

 

Those of you who know me know that I have this expanse in my heart for children who are orphaned, abandoned, abused. I lived in the land of Forsaken as a child and I am grateful.  I’ve been grateful to share (my lap or hand) with so many timid, hurting children. As the scrawny little hand reaches out she can  see “It” in my eyes and can trust the love that God has sent.