An Ode To Parents

I found this on my computer. I must have written it a while back because of the hurt I felt for my bus kids. Just thought I would post it here.

An Ode To Parents

People rushing to and fro
With nothing on their minds
But things that matter, oh so little,
No peace or joy they find.

Crushing hurts and destructive habits
Their children must acquire,
While little less than wealth and power
Is gotten for their hire.

Little girls with broken hearts,
Boys with tainted lives,
Are laying at the feet of Jesus,
While parents ignore their cries.

Mom, don’t you hear them?
Dad, can’t you see?
Their ears long to hear,
“Child, you matter to me!”

What will it profit,
If you gain the whole world,
And lose those dear children
In one lavish whirl?

Please stop all your hustle
And open your eyes.
God gave you those children.
Thank Him for the prize.

It’s your job to teach them,
And give them some hope.
Trust only in Jesus,
“In Him” you can cope.

Lu 18:16 (KJV) But Jesus called them unto him, and said, Suffer little children to come unto me, and forbid them not: for of such is the kingdom of God.