The count of crumbled buildings in Haiti are outnumbered
Outnumbered by the premature widows, orphans, and the dying
Outnumbered by the endless rivers of tears falling from the eyes of those left behind
Outnumbered by the starving masses filling the decomposing streets of Port Au Prince

Pray with me

From a thousand miles away I can not feel their pain
Though the images are projected onto my mind I close my eyes and turn away
Thousands die before me and all I can do is turn away

Pray for me

Pray for those of us conveniently caught up in our own inconvenience
Too stuck in our now to think that we can provide them a better future

Pray for us

I saw a man with empty eyes–his arms full with the lifeless body of his child
I saw a child trapped in the rubble–tears muddied the lips that hadn’t tasted water in days
Then I saw an angel in blue reach out his hand to comfort the man filled with loss
Then I saw another of the crimson cross pull the child free–stroking her hair as she drank in life

Bless them

There are those who go when we don’t go–be it by circumstance, inconvenience, or fear
Fearless in the face of all encompassing death and destruction falling in on them like the walls of Haiti
Living as our hands, carrying our hope in their hearts, and crying our tears onto the shoulders of those who have borne too much
They are representatives of God–ambassadors of the royal kingdom prepared and willing to answer His call

Thank them

The crumbled buildings in Haiti are outnumbered
Outnumbered by the premature widows, orphans, and the dying reaching back in to help
Outnumbered by the endless rivers of tears falling from the eyes of those left behind as they rebuild together
Outnumbered by the starving masses filling the decomposing streets of Port Au Prince with hope

Help them