WHAT SHALL WE SAY TO HIM?
Perhaps I'm not enlightened,
Or surely just a fool
Who believes in "myths" about justice
And quaint ideas like the "golden rule."
It's hard for me to conceive
That the mighty plan
Of a modern man
By a child can be thwarted.
But it's harder still
Why they're battered, abused or aborted.
Perhaps I missed the logic,
Or is it circumstance or whim?
But when we stand before God's throne
What shall we say to him?
TO SPEAK FOR THE CHILDREN
I must speak, though I have not the courage.
I must speak, though reluctant am I.
I must speak of the helpless who suffer,
I must speak for the children who die.
If I must stand for the friendless
If I must fight for the helpless
If I must speak for the voiceless
If I must be the one
I shall be that one.
I shall speak though I have not the courage,
I shall speak, or be willing to try,
To speak for the helpless who suffer,
To speak for the children who die.