I am so moved by the images of the children who are clinging to their parents (literally for dear life) as they flee the violence and persecution in their own countries.
There is a hauntingly beautiful song by Kurt Bestor that the Juneau Pride Chorus performs. (I’ve been a member for many years.) Numerous YouTube videos of various artists singing “The Prayer of the Children” are online, but the lyrics can get lost (much like the children) in the orchestral arrangement. However, the song is stunningly beautiful when it’s sung.
Here is “The Prayer of the Children” with my own thoughts.
Can you hear the prayer of the children, on bended knee, in the shadow of an unknown room?
In a rickety boat overflowing with people on a stormy sea
Empty eyes with no more tears to cry, turning heavenward toward the light,
clinging desperately to their mothers and fathers and grandmothers and grandfathers.
Crying who will help me to see the morning light of one more day, but if I should die before I wake, I pray my soul to take.
Can you feel the hearts of the children, aching for home, for something of their very own?
Reaching hands with nothing to hold on to, but hope for a better day, a better day.
Crying who will help me to feel the love again in my own land,
but if unknown roads lead away from home, give me loving arms away from harm.
Give me compassionate people who will welcome me with dry clothes, a meal, and shelter from the storms I did not create.
Can you hear the voice of the children, softly pleading for silence in their shattered world?
Angry guns preach a gospel full of hate, blood of the innocent on their hands.
Crying who will help me to feel the sun again upon my face.
For when darkness clears I know you’re near, bringing peace again.
Can you hear the prayer of the children?