Sunday morning rising new
Two by two in rows to queue
Children at the local orphanage
Maybe breakfast if we wait awhile
Boiled porridge without salt to taste
But never crying why me last in line
Mother Teresa so kind with her smile
Praying a prayer mercy please dear God
The babies need some milk and honey
Mixed in a bowl with loving care
Blessed are these children
Born anew in your view
The miracle tomorrow
Finally free with
Chocolate pudding
Served in golden bowls
Topped with tiny cherries
Just for fun maybe ice cream
Seeing the new kitchen in view
Shiny spoons engraved with names
Never more weeping our shame in vane
Where are our parents hiding today?
The church bells ringing new hymns
Trying to send a message to them
All is forgiven by God’s grace
Sunday morning rising new
Wake up all the children
Visitors have arrived today
From his church congregation
Adoption documents in the hall
Line up two by two if you are twins
God’s miracle signing your new name
No more fears of being left behind
This holy day dawning in peace
Mother Teresa in a prayer
Holding your hands
The healing touch
From our Lord.
