The Captive Girl

Of one small nameless girl they tell A laconic tale in Scripture's page. Syrian raiders took her, cast a spell, And no one came to shield her rage.

All men remember Naaman well, How leprosy did plague this prince so great, Till Jordan's waters broke the spell, And clean he rose, reborn from fate.

The little girl bears deeper wound— She'll never see her home again. Each night her dreams are homeward bound, To mother, father, brothers—native plain.

Why do children suffer in war's strife? Adults must answer for their blame. They chose a life without God's light, And Satan conquered in that game.

We blame another for our plight, Some charge the Lord with all our pain. But those who trust in God's own might Will guard their children from that stain.

Protect and keep them, shield them well With Scripture's word and prayer's wing, Instruct and train them, truth to tell, For spiritual victory in everything.

The Syrian raiders took that child, No one came forth to set her free… This is a lesson, sharp and wild, A warning meant for you and me.