All lined up

7 brown eyed children look at me, all lined up like kids in a lunch line.
They all have names.
Some smile. Some look sad.

At times their lives seem abstract to me. Another face in swarming sea of humanity. I separate them out into a statistic. 600 million children are living in extreme poverty. It's a number, a fact. I logically get that.

The change?

When you receive a letter that has a fingerprint on it that is totally unique - there has never and will never be another like it - a statistic becomes a name and a name becomes a child with hopes, dreams, longings. 

They're lined up in front of me, looking at me and I'm looking at them. Poverty has become potential. Despair has turned to dreams. Their lives are a song reverberating through heaven to the heart of God.


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