In the eyes of the children Whose innocence we betray
In the eyes of the children By grave yards we pray
Oh land shore and air, Take heed lest we lose
In the eyes of the children It is their souls we bleed.
Let no man raise arms No humanity decay
On the streets where the children So innocently play.
Let peace joy and love cross over our hearts We must play with the children We must never depart
In these young eyes, lies the truth of it all In the eyes of the children By a hearth soft and warm
Let not our hearts, be swayed by the sword. Put down the weapons So our hearts can be heard.
Be not dismayed at the wisdom displayed In the eyes of the children So young and so brave.
These eyes challenge the wicked, They challenge the rich They challenge the powers Who become meak
In the eyes of the children In the eyes of new life
There are no greater causes More worthy than a child
~ An Amish Boy Goes to the Mall ~
A fifteen year old Amish boy and his father were in a mall. They were amazed by almost everything they saw, but especially by two shiny, silver walls that could move apart and then slide back together again.
The boy asked, 'What is this Father?' The father (never having seen an elevator) responded, 'Son, I have never seen anything like this in my life, I don't know what it is.'
While the boy and his father were watching with amazement, a fat old lady in a wheel chair moved up to the moving walls and pressed a button.. The walls opened, and the lady rolled between them into a small room. The walls closed, and the boy and his father watched the small numbers above the walls light up sequentially.. They continued to watch until it reached the last number, and then the numbers began to light in the reverse order.
Finally the walls opened up again and a gorgeous 24-year-old blond stepped out.
The father, not taking his eyes off the young woman, said quietly to his son.