They are young, they are old and
We are young and we are old
Some are carried and others walk down the mountains
We fly and ride over the mountains
They wait to be seen
We wait for them to arrive
Some are healthy
Others very ill
We see hope in their eyes
We hope they see love in ours
They are God’s children
We are called
They are here and
We are blessed
By: Kay Shank, January 2016 Team Leader