I am standing waiting, waiting at your door, one of hunger's children from a billion poor, though you cannot see me, though I am so small -- listen to my crying, crying for us all. I stand at your table asking to be fed, holding up my rice bowl, begging for your bread, I stand at your schoolroom longing just to learn, hoping that you'll teach me ways to live and earn. I stand at your clinic begging for vaccine, I stand at your wash place where the water's clean, I stand at your office, beg the Heads of State, I am just a child, so I must hope and wait. I stand in your churches, listen to your prayers, long to know a God who understands and cares. If there is a God, a God who loves the poor, I'm still standing waiting, waiting at your door.