Honduras and My Little Roberto

His black marble eyes cried out for a friend
      but no one cared
His dirt splotched tummy growling from within
      but no one shared
His perfect teeth showed a lovely grin
      But he was scared
His earthly father tied him up in the wind
      He was not spared

I looked deep into his marble eyes and
      rubbed his beaten skin
We gave him half of all we had and gave
      him money to spend
With great glee he pranced about buying
      bread for his family and friends
Then we prayed to receive the Lord and
      forgive his father's sin

The Lord allows us to be His hands and His feet
      to go to the world without end
He has drawn Roberto to Him
      I have felt His deep love descend

A world of marble eyes await God's love
      their souls await his touch
Needing someone to love and value them
      ...and we need them just as much

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