The Innocent Suffer

Born Free was a shelter for at risk children.
Christmas outreach 2001

Abuse, suffering, hunger, and pain

What’s the purpose, can there be any gain?

The innocent suffer, the innocent cry

I see their agony and I ask myself why?

A child in the street, naked and cold

No food for the belly, wounds that are old

No parents around, there’s no one to care

No home to be found, no love to share

Why does this happen, why must it go on?

Is there any reason when reason has gone?

How many victims do we meet everyday?

Do we take time for them, do we think to pray?

Or are we too busy with our own lives to see

The needy people around you and me?

by Christina Morley

Passion for Life

When I was a child, I thought like one

But now my childish days are done

Though I’ve grown up, I still like fun

As wife and mother, but not under the thumb

My passion for life continues at a run

There’s lots of adventure under the sun

And I don’t want to miss any one

As I share little joys with everyone

Who said my childish days are done?

Childish yes, but carefree – none!

by Christina Morley

The Sun Rises

The sun rises across the sky

As people are walking by

Shining on the rich and poor

From desert to sea shore

On every man, woman, and child

From the city to the wild

It rises and then sets again

Each day without end

Telling a tale for all to see

That we aren’t living equally

Perhaps equally we never will

And also without justice ‘till

We speak up for the weak and small

In the daytime and at nightfall

To remain consistent and fair

As our lives are there to share

by Christina Morley