Who will cry for the little boy? Lost and all alone.
Who will cry for the little boy? Abandoned without his own?
Who will cry for the little boy? He cried himself to sleep.
Who will cry for the little boy? He never had for keeps.
Who will cry for the little boy? He walked the burning sand.
Who will cry for the little boy? The boy inside the man.
Who will cry for the little boy? Who knows well hurt and pain.
Who will cry for the little boy? He died again and again.
Who will cry for the little boy? A good boy he tried to be.
Who will cry for the little boy? Who cries inside of me
Antwone Fisher was a great movie about an incredible person. Thanks so much.
Posted by: Steve West | October 16, 2009 at 10:59 PM
Reading this gives soul care an entirely knew dimension. Wanting to grieve with the little boy (and all little boys & girls forced to grow up without a road map): lost, alone, abandoned, lamenting, confused, frustrated and sick at heart from hope deferred and trust defiled again & again & again...
I will, I'll cry for the little boy! Then I'll cry for me, right after I watch Antwone Fisher.
Posted by: Rebecca J. Schaefer | October 21, 2009 at 04:57 PM
I enter naive and idealistic. But I leave each encounter perhaps a little too intelligent, a little too clinical, not quite able to see beyond.
Lord, have mercy on us. Lord, help me to see you in the hurting and the broken, even when the pain is all too clear, and seeing the hope is like looking through a glass darkly.
Lord, help us to see.
Posted by: JaneJacob | October 26, 2009 at 10:06 PM