I Still Hear Her Sing
Little girl i know in Haiti
got a broken rib sticking out of her side.
been that way a while now
but she’s got bigger problems in her life.
if she makes it one more day,
wherever she is taken in,
mom and dad have gone away,
she’s just in the wind.
i’ve wasted so much time
just moving the battle lines
one step forward,
one step back again.
in the meantime she’s just trying
to see another sunrise,
keeping Jesus as her friend.
even though the voodoo tells her
God is small and Satan’s great
she has a light in her eyes,
she sees the lies.
they can’t take away.
she sleeps on the floor
she’s not allowed a bed.
on the ground just inside the door,
that’s where she’ll lay her head.
all that I have given her
someone else now owns.
right down to my family picture
hanging in another home.
She has no rights, she has no love.
but I still hear her sing.
A slave to those on the mountain above
but a child of the Most High King.
They beat her when she’s not done enough
yet after all this while,
when our eyes meet, she still gives to me
the world’s most beautiful smile.