The Orphan's Prayer
I am waiting... somewhere far.... far... away on the other side of the world.
I may not know who you are or what you look like,
But somehow deep in my heart I know you are there.
That one day you will come and find me.
It's a long journey, and it takes a lot of time...
I wish it could be easier.
But I know that the ones who come for me will not count the cost.
They will only see the joy of finding me.
For now I abide in the fields of the fatherless.
Day by day wondering why I was born here and not somewhere else?
Asking... why my life couldn't have been different?
It's so lonely...
Even though I am surrounded by hundreds of other children,
I know that something is missing...
I know in my heart I need a place to call home.
My arms long to be wrapped in a father's embrace...
I long to be saved by a mother's love...
Even as I lie alone in the darkness each night somehow I feel assured,
That no matter how lost I appear I am not alone.
Holy hands guard my steps; sacred fingers wipe my tears, touching my lonely heart.
The one who made me,
The God that knew me before I was born,
Hears me every time I call.
He whispers His promises in my ear.
I listen with hope to His voice.
But what I worry about most is that no one wants to look for me.
The fields are vast and there are so many scattered all over the earth.
I wonder how one little child, so lost, can be found?
Yet He calms my heart and assures me that He will find you.
That He will make sure that you hear His voice clearly.
He has promised me that He will may a way through the fields,
That He will personally cut a path and lead you right to my orphange door.
My prayer is...
When He speaks...
Please don't forget to listen...
When He calls don't be too afraid to go
For I am waiting...somewhere, far... far... away
On the other side of the world
To come home.
I may not know who you are or what you look like,
But somehow deep in my heart I know you are there.
That one day you will come and find me.
It's a long journey, and it takes a lot of time...
I wish it could be easier.
But I know that the ones who come for me will not count the cost.
They will only see the joy of finding me.
For now I abide in the fields of the fatherless.
Day by day wondering why I was born here and not somewhere else?
Asking... why my life couldn't have been different?
It's so lonely...
Even though I am surrounded by hundreds of other children,
I know that something is missing...
I know in my heart I need a place to call home.
My arms long to be wrapped in a father's embrace...
I long to be saved by a mother's love...
Even as I lie alone in the darkness each night somehow I feel assured,
That no matter how lost I appear I am not alone.
Holy hands guard my steps; sacred fingers wipe my tears, touching my lonely heart.
The one who made me,
The God that knew me before I was born,
Hears me every time I call.
He whispers His promises in my ear.
I listen with hope to His voice.
But what I worry about most is that no one wants to look for me.
The fields are vast and there are so many scattered all over the earth.
I wonder how one little child, so lost, can be found?
Yet He calms my heart and assures me that He will find you.
That He will make sure that you hear His voice clearly.
He has promised me that He will may a way through the fields,
That He will personally cut a path and lead you right to my orphange door.
My prayer is...
When He speaks...
Please don't forget to listen...
When He calls don't be too afraid to go
For I am waiting...somewhere, far... far... away
On the other side of the world
To come home.
2 Comments:
At 3:53 PM, Joannah said…
Oh, Christie, you made me cry!
At 9:23 PM, Sandra said…
Wow, that was moving! Thank you so much for sharing this poem.
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