Let me not forget Khumalo or Boi Boi or Nicolo or Gift.
They are not faces in a picture. They are not mouths to feed. They are no one’s burden.
They are my brothers and my sisters and children of God. They are lives created by Him with futures that He has already planned. Their names are written on His hands just like yours and mine.
They feel sadness, loneliness, grief and confusion just like any of us. They hope for a better future. They ache for love. They stretch out their arms ready to accept it. Let me not forget these precious arms outstretched for His love; May I be the one to run to them and offer His embrace.
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