Can you hear the prayer of the children?  Bended knee,

In the shadow of an unknown room.  Empty arms with no tears to cry

turning heavenward for the light,

Cry Jesus help me to see the morning light 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 for something of their very own

reaching hands with nothing to hold on to,

but hope for a better day a better day.

Cry Jesus help me to feel the love again in my own light.

but if unknown roads lead away from home

give me loving heart away from hard.



Can you hear the voice of the children?

Softly pleading for the silence of the shattered world,

angry gongs preach the gospel full of hate

blood of the innocent on their ends.

Cry Jesus help me to feel the sun again on my face

for when darkness clears I know your near ringing peace again

Can you hear the prayer of the children.