CAN YOU HEAR MY CRY

A small child huddles in anguish and fear,

While in bleeding death his grandma lays near.

Hey grandma, please don't die,

Can't you even hear my cry?

His uncle is dying so close to this boy,

But wait, that gun is not a toy.

Where is my mama, did she run and hide?

Mama, why can't you hear my cry?

I am inside a car, racing away,

I still have my pajamas on today.

The man is scared and pulls me to his side,

Hey mister, can't you hear my cry?

I felt the pain and heard the shot,

I laid my hand over the bleeding spot.

I see a light and a man by my side,

Welcome son, I heard your cry.

Take my hand and walk with me.

There is a lot here for you to see.

No more hiding, with me you will abide,

Today my son, Jesus heard your cry.