This morning in China a mother cries,
She'll never forget her daughter's eyes.
Her heart is broken and filled with pain,
The tears run down like the falling rain.
She has no choice but to leave her there,
The cost of keeping is too much to bear.
She hopes her daughter will one day know,
True love can be found in letting her go.
She'll never forget her daughter's eyes.
Her heart is broken and filled with pain,
The tears run down like the falling rain.
She has no choice but to leave her there,
The cost of keeping is too much to bear.
She hopes her daughter will one day know,
True love can be found in letting her go.
This morning in China a baby cries,
Hungry and scared as tears fill her eyes.
Her mother has left her in this public place,
Another lost daughter of the Chinese race.
Someone passing by has heard her soft moan,
She's soon quickly taken to a foster home.
It's here she'll reside in the care of another,
Until she's adopted by a brand new mother.
That very same moment, in Canada,
A woman cries as she starts to pray.
Her heart is heavy but filled with much love,
She prays for a daughter she thinks the world of.
"Dear Jesus I ask that your arms would be,
Wrapped tightly around the one chosen for me.
Guard her in China `till I make my way,
And then in my arms forever she'll stay."
By: Tom Fisher
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