Weeping Widow

A tiny babe cries at her breast —
no food is there today.
In poverty they live alone —
distraught with great dismay.

Their crude home is a flimsy shack
built many years ago.
Its unattended, straw roof leaks —
a task she will forgo.

She weeps in sorrow for her babe,
for whom she can't take care.
In squalor, she calls out to God,
in pain and deep despair.

'Twas suddenly a gentle peace
embraced her inmost core.
Support had come — the LORD arrived
to help the strugglin' poor.

Books by Kristine Stanton

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