A Child Thirst, Let Wells Appear
In the arid heart of northern lands, where thirst is aching deep,
Children yearn for drops of hope, where water’s promise sleeps,
Their innocent eyes hold the plea, to quench their desperate need,
For wells to rise, like answered prayers, where life and love can feed.
Like the angel of the desert who heard young Ishmael’s cries,
We seek compassionate souls to lift these children to the skies,
To build a well, a source of life, where joy and laughter flow,
And erase the shadow of despair with each refreshing glow.
For every drop that fills the cup, a smile will bloom and grow,
As children, once parched, taste the gift that noble hearts bestow,
In their laughter and in their play, their spirits will take flight,
As water springs forth in the desert, dispelling every night.
Compassionate donors, hear the call, to ease these children’s plight,
To lend your hearts and hands, to be the bearers of this light,
For like the angel of the Lord, who brought salvation near,
Your generosity will transform each precious, sacred tear.
So let us join our hands and hearts, to make this mission true,
To spread the priceless gift of water, pure and ever-new,
And in the core of Nigeria’s north, let wells and reservoirs rise,
To nourish every child with hope, beneath the open skies.
Let’s heed the call and stand as one, to bring these dreams to life,
For every donation, every act will ease the children’s strife,
Together we can be the angels, of hope and love untold,
Building wells and reservoirs, like miracles of gold.
So let the waters flow and bring a future bright and clear,
For the children of the north, whose joy we hold so dear,
Compassionate donors, answer now, join hands in unity,
And let’s create a legacy of love and endless purity.
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