The Child Unborn
God cares for all the children who never see the light Who never experience sadness or feel the dark of night Who never smell the flowers or climb trees great and small Who never see the sun set or gaze at towers tall Who never feel the chilly wind or tread on snowy hill Who never hear the birds sing like other children will But they'll see heaven's glory the streets all paved in gold They will feel peace forever just like we all were told They'll be there long before we will they'll never feel the scorn These are the little souls of God who never will be born. -Leah McJunkins Guardian of Truth XL: No. 22, p. 22 |