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There is a young boy
He's standing alone
His face full of joy
Every week in a hurry
To make it on time
Up to the bus stop
through the muck and the grime
Sunday's he's special
He knows he is loved
His teachers all tell him
Of a God up above
But....
He's just a child standing there waiting
On the one day a week he's been anticipation
The hope in his heart Has started to numb
Cause he'll keep on waiting.... For a bus that won't come
Did they forget him
Did they not care
Was life too important
Not a moment to spare
He stands there in silence
Was it something he'd done
He feels all alone
With nowhere to run
Do they even notice
His cold empty chair
With no one to take him
He's missing.... What God has to share
Oh....
He's just a child, standing there waiting
On the one day a week he's been anticipating
The hope in his heart has started to numb
cause he'll keep on waiting... For a bus that won't come
I love this one...i know you read it to me the other day, but reading it now again still brings tears to my eyes.....
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