I was going through old pictures a few days ago,
It is from a Christmas past.
The Angel looked at the picture.
She smiled and just said
"I remember that day."
"That was the day my last friend left Africa."
Tonight as I tuck my daughter into bed,
there are millions just like her all over the world.
Maybe some even in our neighborhood,
who are standing at the gate,
for their turn.
Their chance to have a home.
What are we going to do about it?