Child receiving shoebox.
Oh come with me
and you I will show
my barren earth with
nothing to grow.
Oh come with me
and we can see
my precious father
dying to be free.
Oh come with me
and you will learn
on dirt-floor pages
the knowledge I yearn.
Oh come with me,
I have no toys,
but we shall play
as do all girls and boys.
Oh come with me
so we can celebrate
as strangers arrive
and learn of our fate.
Oh come with me,
watch them weep.
Can they not see
we have joy to reap?
What are these things they give to me?
To wash, to eat, to clean my teeth?
Why? When I have never previously?
I like them, these things they give to me.
They smell sweet, feel soft, are tasty.
Make me laugh, shout, sing joyfully!
Oh come with me.
I am tired, still I kneel
to say Thank You God
for the love I feel.
