Reach Out Your Hand


There's a little boy in Africa
Whose life is on the line
He's been stealing from the vendors
and re-selling for a dime
Angry people yell and threaten
As he tries to make them see
The reason for his stealing
Is to feed his family

There's a little girl in Haiti
Whose life is on the line
She's been abandoned by her family
And she's running out of time
Her hair is turning orange
And her belly's big and round
A little girl in pain and fear
Just waiting to be found

Do we feel the pang of hunger?
Do we try to understand
The difference that our love could make
If we'd reach out our hand?
To bring a cup of water
And a smile in Jesus' name
Do we see our love could change them
So they'll never be the same?

There's a little girl in Mexico
Whose life is on the line
Those men who took her from her home
Are no longer being kind
The horrors that she must endure
Each night at their command
She feels ashamed and lonely
And prays for her life to end

Do we see the tears and heartache?
Do we try to understand
The difference that our love could make
If we'd reach out our hand?
To search out the lives forgotten
And help pull them through the pain
To offer love and healing
So they'll never be the same

I choose to see the heartache
I choose to see the pain
I choose to give of my life
So they'll never be the same

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