I don't remember who posted this in one of my threads but I saved it and am reminded of it often. A christian is a brother/sister no matter where they are in the world and the body affected affects us all.
The poem
I met one time a refugee a Lost Boy from Sudan
A handsome and a gentle soul who said his name was Kahn
Standing over 6' tall his skin was like charcoal
His eyes and teeth were white as snow I'm sure so was his soul
He'd not have said to me a word unless I dared to ask
Reluctantly he shared with me his wounded brutal past
I was aware of many things the Sudanese had seen
Both He and I did wonder why we failed to intervene
I asked Him where his family was if they too did survive
He told me that he did not know if they were still alive
He told when the soldiers came how they did maim and kill
As he described the horrors there my eyes began to fill
He told me in his county that 2 million souls have died
Because they chose to follow Christ, their own lives they denied
He told me that the soldiers said to allah they must bow
He knew that he could not do this he must escape somehow
He said he wound up in Kenya a mission took him in
Now orphaned in a foreign land new life must now begin
He said he went through all of this when he was only seven
Truly God has set aside for him a special place in Heaven
What did impress me most of all was that his heart not hard
His love for God and faith in Christ he could not just discard
I never could imagine how nor can it be explained
How one could suffer through so much his heart remain unstained
Kahn Kai is just one precious soul that God ordained I meet
Once I had heard what he'd been through my trials can't compete
So next time that you're feeling down remember my friend Kahn
America is truly blessed unlike those in Sudan.