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

I Can Carry Pain

I can carry pain

And still wear a smile

The promise I’ll gain

May take a while

The road may be long

And my heart weary

But I’ll still have a song

My load He’ll carry

God knows my heart

The sacrifices I’ve made

He’ll do His part

His life He gave

Deep cries out to deep

It’s not in vain

My heart He’ll keep

He’ll carry my pain

His joy is mine

His life fulfilling

I’ll be fine

His peace indwelling

by Christina Morley

The photo is by Gerhard Nel, a friend and amazing photographer, and is used by permission.

Little Baby in the Womb

Oh, little baby in the womb -

Why has your mother made it your tomb?

It was not meant to be a place of pain and death,

But a place of life, to give you breath.

God the Father could see your tiny hands and feet.

He could see you move and hear your heartbeat.

But the world told your mother a lie,

And now at night God hears her cry.

There’s a longing and aching in her heart.

She desperately wants to have a fresh start.

If God can hold you, Baby, He can hold your mother too -

In Jesus there is forgiveness and a life that is new.

by Christina Morley

Gardens of Joy

Once I was destitute, a captive of sin,
But then You gave me life and dwelled within.
You took my waste places, You took my tears,
You took my heartaches, and all my fears.

You took that pot, which was made of clay,
You took all of my darkness and made it day.
Then gave me wings, made me into a silver dove
With yellow-gold feathers, covered in Your love.

You gave me rivers and gardens of joy;
Things more precious than some material toy.
You gave me gladness and also thanksgiving
And filled my heart with continual singing.

In light of all this, what can I give in return?
Worship and obedience from a love that is firm.

Christina A. Morley

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