In a world torn by so much strife,
where many children suffer each day.
We must be thankful for what is in our life,
and to our God we must faithfully pray.

There are children crying over there
in a distant land we cannot see.
There are children dying over there.
Dear God....Why must it be?

I pray for them, those little ones
whose lives and bodies have been torn apart.
I cry for them, those precious ones...
Their suffering truly breaks my heart.

The leaders justify it as ethnic cleansing
and that is not murder they say.
They boast about it in their meetings
while the dead lie outside still and gray.

The children are the little victims
whose fragile lives are forever changed.
Hidden behind those precious faces...
The horrid thoughts remain for years deranged.

Their lonely mothers cry out and weep
quietly for many hours of the night.
The children fitfully trying to sleep
while outside they continue to fight.

My life has never experienced, felt or seen
the awful suffering that they say
goes on in the foreign land no longer serene
and sadly so terribly far away.

Someday they will no longer be
the children of that war torn land.
For God will take them mercifully
to Heaven within his mighty hand.

And when the children are no longer here
but there with him for eternity’s stay.
Remember they once were of the land
now not so terribly distant and far away

I wrote this during the Bosnia Tragedy...