Stars that twinkle in the sky
Seem to ask and wonder why
Some of the children down below
Never, ever come to know
That Jesus really loves them so
Who will tell them, let them be
Free to hear and Free to see
Teacher, Mother, Father, Friend
Who will it be, that God will send?
With hands to heal and words to mend?
The poor and needy, dirty and unruly
Need our compassion, to love them truly
Who will give them heaven’s bread
Stand beside orphans as they’re fed