These are the lost children of our tribe.
by Mother Earth on Sep.06, 2009, under Welcome to Freedoms Process
THE LOST CHILDREN OF OUR TRIBE
Winter is coming, people will die,
Children will hunger, not knowing why,
Yet, they go unnoticed just a stone’s throw away
From the warmth of our hearths
Because, we don’t pray;
These are the lost children of our tribe.
Screams pierce the night, the police have come,
Children cry out, not knowing, what will be done,
Yet they go unnoticed just a stone’s throw away,
From the warmth of our hearts;
Because, we don’t stay.
These are the lost children of our tribe.
An old man is sitting, his head in his hands,
His life is regretful, he has no plans
Yet, he goes unnoticed just a stone’s throw away
From the warmth of our spirits
Absent that day.
These are the lost children of our tribe.
She stands on the corner, in the dusk of a night
She smiles and she beckons, but her eyes have no light
Yet she goes unnoticed just a stones throw away,
From the warmth of assemblies because
From God, they have strayed.
These are the lost children of our tribe.
Shots rang out, friends said good-bye
For the rest of her life, this mother will cry.
Yet she goes unnoticed just a stones throw away,
From those sworn to save her
Bitterness’ strife, and dismay;
These are the lost children of our tribe.
Who is it should answer, when loud trumpets call?
The Condemner shouts “you!”
God says, “No, not at all.”
I give them my son’s blood to reach out my Hand,
He died for their sin, He understands
We are the Lost Children of our Tribe
If there is a decision, that you need to make
Come to it today, your Advocate waits
To give you His arms, His strength and His Light
His love everlasting; bread of His life.
veils are lifted; hope realized
Forgiveness of everything you have despised.
We are the Found Children of our Tribe
Inspired by a beautiful song of truth and hope
a cappella words and the musical voice of
Hannah’s Field
“You are the Lost Children of Our Tribe”
Hannah and Andy Ardenski
Beautiful Spirits
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