I was cleaning under my bed here at my parent’s house and found a tub of some of my old writings from middle school. This is a poem I wrote in 7th grade. I can’t believe I kept it! Before you critique – just remember – I was 11 or so when I wrote it!

A Scared, Little Child

A scared, little child lies on a rough, rugged floor.
He lies on dirt – he has nothing more.

He tries very hard to fall fast asleep.
But his stomach hurts – he has nothing to eat.

Born in the world of the sick and the poor,
No house to live in – his clothes all torn.

A rope he ties around his belly so tight,
When it cuts into his skin – he knows its just right.

That makes him feel full – though it hurts and he weeps,
But his cries have now softened – he’s fallen fast asleep.

When he awakes he wonders – no one heard his cries?
We aren’t them – so we simply close our eyes.

It’s not our problem – and it feels too big,
But because of us – he may not live.

Thousands of children are dying day after day,
They are dying from things we could easily save.

But we’ve got things to do – we just don’t have the time.
And minute after minute – they go hungry and they die.

So when we open our fridge in the middle of the night,
Think of the boy with the rope tied around tight.

He’s not asking for very much – just the chance to live.
We are asking you to share – simply –  just to give.

4 responses to “A Scared, Little Child…..”

  1. I don’t know if you all were already on the mission field but if not you sure had an inkling as to what your ministry would be. I believe you’ve met several of those little boys and have ministered to them and many have not had to go hungry through the night. God’s blessings to you and all that may be going hungry tonight.

  2. I was 9 years old the first time a baby died in my arms from malnutrition. Mom and dad started the mission when mom was pregnant with me. So at a very young age – Janeil and I were introduced to the “real” world of poverty.

  3. Jody,
    I really think you need to sit down and write a book. You are a great writer. This poem is incredible! And you were so young to boot! No denying that God was working in you to prepare you for ministry even when you were young.

    I hope you have a pain-free day, at least that is what I am praying for!
    Love you tons!

  4. Jody,
    You have such a gift for writing, even at such a young age you captured the hurt and helplessness of the Haitian child. Continue to write and touch our hearts. Thanks.

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