A little boy stood watching,
As they took his daddy away.
What would happen to him?
Where was he going to stay?
Life was not always good,
Inside the doors of his home.
But at least it was a place to stay,
Where he didn’t feel all alone.
He looked so small in stature,
But he had just turned eight.
He could get his own breakfast,
But now he’d have to wait.
He was waiting for the bus,
But the police came instead.
They had his dad in cuffs,
And placed a bandage on his head.
Life had not been the same,
When drugs entered his house.
He learned to go to his room,
And stay quiet as a mouse.
Things had gotten real ugly,
When he awoke that day.
His dad had been yelling,
And there was no place else to stay.
His mommy had been crying,
But now she lay very still.
The silence of this bad morning,
Now gave the little boy a chill.
Then suddenly he felt warmth.
It was from the policeman’s hand.
He had found a source of strength,
In this cold and vicious land.
The officer knelt down,
And said, “Do not fear”.
We will take good care of you,
And the policeman shed a tear.
He had a little boy at home,
Who had just turned eight.
He gave him a kiss when he left,
As his son waved from the gate.
The officer offered a prayer,
To his Father up above,
“Give this little child strength,
And shower him with Your love.”
He thanked God for this child,
And for a new life to begin.
He had vowed to watch over this child,
And to tell Him about God and heaven.
The little boy stood watching,
As the police car pulled away,
But somehow he felt comfort.
He had found a friend that day.
Bear ye one another’s burdens, and so fulfil the law of Christ.
For I was an hungred, and ye gave me meat: I was thirsty, and ye gave me drink: I was a stranger, and ye took me in:
This paints a heartbreaking scene, but it happens too many times in this great country. It affects big cities and small villages alike. I was told of such a scene and I don’t know what went on, but I do know that we have a drug problem in our little town. We must pray, as a nation, for the children that are torn and lost due to the drug use in our streets and in the homes. We can help the children by intercessory prayer. Pray every day so that no child will have to know of such a scene as this.