If you knew how much it hurts,
Not having a place to rest;
Being cold out on the dust,
I know you would lend your hands.
If you only knew how it feels to starve,
Not being able to feed my child;
to feel desperate and to feel so sad,
I know you would lend your hands.

If you knew how it feels to beg,
Not being able to stand on my legs;
To be looked down by others,
To make them feel so bothered;
I know you would lend your hands.
If you knew how it feels to doubt,
Without knowing what to do next;
When my wife dies on my hands,
And my child cries on my lap;
I know you would lend your hands.
If you knew how it feels to lack;
No one to hug no hands to hold,
To feel lonely out on the sand;
I know you would lend your hands.

Now you know how it feels,
To be me out on the fields,
Could you help me my brothers;
Would you help me, my sisters,
Thank you for feeling my pain;
May God bless you again and again.
"But this I say: He who sows sparingly will also reap sparingly, and he who sows bountifully will also reap bountifully. So let each one give as he purposes in his heart, not grudgingly or of necessity; for god love a cheerful giver. 2nd Corinthians 9:6-7























