In the night they steal across into our world running from deaths door . A loving hand reaches out from far away and brings them from harms way.Oh god let the children of Russia find there way in the night into this land that will give them safe harbor.For the children of Russia cry out for you and we cry out for the children of Russia, for they are but all our children in each and every way..
Reason for writing:
It became known to me in the dead of night of an event
and events.For my part I can speak no more but I beg You
to say a small prayer for the children of Russia!
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