Not This Week

As you look into their faces

Wondering who each one will become

One by one you refer them

To become someone's daughter or son
I wonder

Can you hear a mother's cry

Far across the ocean wide

Until the day she comes to know

When she can bring her dear one home?
You feed, you wipe, you dress them

With tender loving care

Knowing someone, somewhere wants them

And soon they will be there.

I wonder

Can you hear a mother's cry

Far across the ocean wide

Until the day she comes to know

When she can bring her dear one home?
Hearing each case before you

You know there'll be more to come

Children needing families

And parents little ones.

I wonder

Can you hear a mother's cry

Far across the ocean wide

Until the day she comes to know

When she can bring her dear one home?
The wait is long and tiring

But in faith and hope I press on.

Soon our prayers will be answered

And the waiting tears will be gone.

I wonder

Can they hear this mother's cry

Far across the ocean wide

Until the day I come to know

That I can bring my dear one home.

Michele Cervone Scott© 2005