Suffer the little children
     by Sue Seaman
A little child is walking
Along a dusty street
The clothes he wears in tatters
And no shoes upon his feet

His hair is matted, tangled
And he has dirt around his face
With stomach that is swollen
Hasnít eaten now for days

On his face - a turned down mouth
Bearing grief and sadness
Not a smile to be seen
No happiness or gladness

At night searches for a quiet place
To rest his weary head
A cardboard box is all he finds
The box becomes a bed

It makes a tragic picture
For which governments are to blame
Taking advantage of the children
And it happens every day

You read it in the newspapers
You hear it on the news
Trafficking of children
Tiny lives abused

Working in the fields, they toil
Picking cocoa beans
Little hands are cracked and blistered
It makes a bitter scene

The rich man in his arrogance
Wanting chocolate, more and more
Puts his own desires foremost
And just treads upon the poor

But Jesus said the rich man
Will not enter heaven
Except he becomes as a child
He cannot enter in

Suffer the little children, Jesus said,
Let them come to Me
For of such is Godís Kingdom
And they shall all be free

Children are precious in God's sight and also the measure of the simpleness of faith which He wants each one of us to exercise.

But Jesus said, Suffer little children, and forbid them not, to come unto me: for of such is the kingdom of heaven. (Matthew 19 v 14)

... Verily I say unto you, Except ye be converted, and become as little children, ye shall not enter into the kingdom of heaven. (Matthew 18 v 3)