i can only show you how i feel

Can you hear the prayer of the children? 
On bended knee, in the shadow of an unknown room 
Empty eyes with no more tears to cry 
Turning heavenward toward the light 

Crying Jesus, help me 
To see the morning light-of one more day 
But if I should die before I wake, 
I pray my soul to take 

Can you feel the hearts of the children? 
Aching for home, for something of their very own 
Reaching hands, with nothing to hold on to, 
But hope for a better day a better day 

Crying Jesus, help me 
To feel the love again in my own land 
But if unknown roads lead away from home, 
Give me loving arms, away from harm 

Can you hear the voice of the children? 
Softly pleading for silence in a shattered world? 
Angry guns preach a gospel full of hate, 
Blood of the innocent on their hands 

Crying Jesus, help me 
To feel the sun again upon my face, 
For when darkness clears I know you're near, 
Bringing peace again