| Father, Open Our Ears Their cries echo in a world of deaf ears their tears fall silently and no one hears the ache of their wounded heart lives torn apart before they’ve even begun daughters and sons born to closed arms no awaiting embraces no welcoming faces only disdain and overwhelming pain their fragile bodies born addicted to crack cocaine their lives insignificant to the mothers who spread their legs for a hit and the drug dealer he became more than a narcotic healer he gave more than an ounce of weed he left this addict with his seed yet she doesn’t even know until her belly starts to grow she’s living her life with no regard to the new life inside she constantly concedes to feed this need for this drug that has controlled her oblivious to the precious gift growing inside her womb this helpless child fighting to maintain being fed by the very drug her mother injects in her veins her lifeline in a pipeline a needle, a pill or even a line of that white powder she sucks up her nose she doesn’t mean to hurt her child her soul is filled with attrition but this demon of addiction won’t let her go she fights with all her might yet nine months later there’s still no release in sight and so the baby cries her cries echo in a world of deal ears her tears fall silently and no one hears the ache of her drug addicted heart blood stained by crack cocaine born to endure pain that most adults cannot endure so father I pray that as you look down on your people today that you would hold all the babies in your loving arms make them strong don’t let their suffering last too long I realize that some things are just meant to be but I ask you where is the glory in this how is the despair on a baby’s face a reflection of your unfailing grace why God why are so many children born to die why does the world carry on like nothing is wrong why do women spend so much time praying for children of their own when so many abandoned babies need a home what is wrong with us we live oblivious to the dejection around us the cries that surround us the motherless the fatherless the homeless the helpless the hopeless open our ears and our eyes to the cries of the people of our people of your people that you would open the heavens to us don’t let it be too late -Poembird |
