Look down Jesus from Your Holy Height to hear the groans of our children , the prisoners, to set free these doomed to die that they may live to declare
YOUR NAME JESUS (Psalms 102:19-21)
Oh church Oh church , can you hear our cries?
We are outside your doors , our eye never dries!
Seasons, they come like a little child’s hug:
they touch us quickly and then run away with a thug.
Days, they now fill with cents and dollars
as we run to phones to “accept the caller”
Oh church , oh church , can you hear our cries?
We are outside your doors , our eye never dries!
Press “pound to accept” , “press one to add more”
Time counts precious when you are behind a closed door!
On Sundays, we wait like young lovers for calls.
We can never dial out as we wait behind walls.
Oh church, oh church, can you hear our cries?
We are outside your doors, our eye never dries!
Letters in our hands melt ink into sweat and tears.
The hot heart of longing burns ash through the years.
Crinkled and worn is every word ever pleaded
We cry without ceasing “Jesus give us what is needed!”
Oh church, oh church, can you hear our cries?
We are outside your doors, our eye never dries!
We weep at your greetings and your pats without love!
We weep at your songs that shackle sorrows from heights above!
We weep at your lessons on how to raise up a child!
We weep at your banners and blogs against living wild!
Oh church, oh church can you hear our cries
We are outside your doors , our eye never dries
Could you ask Jesus to be the penpal who will write a word on our hearts?
Could you tell us for certain that from our child He will never depart?
Could you show us Jesus, His body in you moving free?
That Jesus might Love the CHILD
THAT WE NEVER CAN SEE! .
“I was naked and you clothed me, I was sick and you visited me, I was in prison and you came to me.” Matthew 25:36 ESV http://biblecom/59/mat.25.36.esv
this poem is for all my precious sisters who have children incarcerated and were unable to see them on Mothers Day. May Jesus assure you He penetrates ALL WALLS.
