Father of the Forgotten

She weeps
Body sprawled upon a diminishing heart beat
Without peace
Not understanding what this means
The dirt floor becomes mud
Drenched with the downfall of tears
From not one, two, or three
But six
Now orphaned children
They watched their mother leave
Half relieved she's escaped the pain of her disease
HIV
Where will they turn now?

Add six to the millions
Of parentless children
Roaming the streets
Forgotten

She screams
Sold to slavery to provide for her five siblings
Not knowing it meant losing her body
The memories flashback
Like a hurricane of pain
If only she could escape
But she's bruised and lame
Where could she go anyway?

Add one to the millions
Of sexually abused girls
Just trying to provide for their family
But not understanding reality
Forgotten

She sinks
Hollow cheeks
Cracking bones
Never has she felt so weak
Her mouth dries out
Unable to remember her last drink
A drop of water falls from the pipes
Like a helpless child she sticks out her tongue
And it tastes so sweet
A glance of hope in her starving world

Add one to the millions
Of starving children
Just striving for a possibility of provision
But never getting rescued
Forgotten

He bleeds
Filled with pain and anguish
Abandoned and weak
Hung out to dry
Spit on and mocked
His bones are broken
Hands and feet with nails driven through them
Totally alone
Separated from the greatest love He's ever known

He's the one who feels the crucifying pain
He's the one that knows what it's like to feel alone
He's the one who stands with the forgotten
Because He knows their story
He recognizes them as His own
And He, He remembers them
The forgotten
They're His children