Reaching hands

by CoUrTnEy   Oct 5, 2007


Watch the tears stain her dust covered face,
Search her eyes for some sort of hope
No health lies in her food deprived body
But still she raises her head to look above

her little life laid in the hands of the gracious son
Even though , she never knew, he carried her home
He rescued her from those reaching, abusive hands
Returning her to the open arms of her true father

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