Lost Boys of Sudan

Twenty thousand boys in the desert

fleeing sudan

Even a five year old

expected to be a man

They don’t have blankets to keep them warm.

There’s no mom to hold them tight

There’s no dad around to keep them safe.

Or teach them wrong from right

They walk all day and try to sleep at night.

under the starry sky

The same stars we wish for

They only wish not to die

Life for them is unbearable.

Their weak and frail bodies

Yet the courage that these boys have within them

It never seems to fail

There are men with guns and snakes in the bushes

A lion is ready to party

The enemy throws fire on them from the sky.

But bravely keep heading east

Hundred miles they walk

Death looms in each one

Hope is deep in their hearts.

In the midst of the blazing sun

After months of war, despair and hunger

They arrive at their destination

I thought some had perished on the way

Of sickness and famine

These guys have survived a nightmare.

They are safe at last

But their battle is far from over

They will always be haunted by the past.

Can they ever trust again?

Or will they be truly free?

Will they ever have a smile on their face?

Or know what your story has done to me

Will they believe that they are worthy of love?

And believe in a god above

Will they know that God brought them through?

With the power of your love

I pray for each and every one of you

Lost Boys of Sudan

May your hearts be free, your spirits uplifted

And proudly you will stand

The Lost Boys of Sudan is a story that will stay in my memory forever. I think of them every day. I can’t imagine how they survived the violence and evil bestowed upon them. 3,800 of those children have come to the United States to live. They long to be free and go to work and come home to their families. After reading about them, I found out that 150 of them live in my city. That’s almost 4% of the 3,800. They live in my city of 80,000 inhabitants. That’s crazy to me. What drew you here? Is there anyone here who knew the story and felt it in their heart to take care of these children and guide them? Was God putting them close to me? I hope one day to meet some of these young people, and I can tell you that I am in awe of their courage and their will to survive. I just pray that they know that there are people in the world who care about them and pray for them every day.