Twenty thousand boys in the desert
Fleeing from Sudan
Even a five year old
expected to be a man
They don’t have blankets to keep them warm.
There is no mom to hold them tight
There is no dad around to keep them safe.
Or teach them evil from good
They walk all day and try to sleep at night.
under the starry sky
The very stars we wish for
They only wish not to die
Life for them is unbearable.
Their weak and frail bodies
However, the courage that these guys have inside of them
It never seems to fail
There are men with guns and snakes in the bushes
A lion is ready to party
The enemy drops fire on them from the sky.
But bravely they keep heading east
Hundreds of miles they walk
Death looms in everyone
Hope is deep in their hearts.
In the middle of the scorching sun
After months of war, despair and hunger
They arrive at their destination
I thought some had perished along the way
From sickness and hunger
These guys have survived a nightmare.
They are safe at last
But their battle is far from over
They will always be haunted by the past.
Will they ever trust again?
Or will they be truly free?
Will they ever have a smile on their face?
Or know what your story has done to me
Will they believe they are worthy of love?
And believe in a god above
Will they know that God brought them through
With the power of your love
i pray for each and every one of you
Lost Boys of Sudan
May your hearts be free, your spirits high
And proudly you will stand
The Lost Boys of Sudan is a story that will be etched in my memory forever. I think of them every day. I can’t imagine how they survived the violence and evil bestowed upon them. 3,800 of those children have come to the United States to live. They long to be free and go to work and return home to their families. After reading about them, I found out that 150 of them live in my city. That’s almost 4% of the 3,800. They live in my city of 80,000 inhabitants. That’s crazy to me. What drew them here? Is there anyone here who knew the story and felt it in their heart to take care of these children and guide them? Was God putting them close to me? I hope one day to meet some of these young people, and I can tell you that I am in awe of their courage and will to survive. I just pray that they know that there are people in the world who care about them and pray for them every day.
