I'm not a child of Haiti

I'm not a child of Haiti,
My skin is not dark brown.
My family is still living,
My house, not fallen down.

My country is still governed,
My pantry is still filled,
My neighbors' homes are standing, too,
And no one has been killed.

I'm not a child of Haiti,
So I cannot understand
What it's like to have your whole wide world
Swallowed up by heaving land.

Call God's name over Haiti,
His youngest are in need.
They have no place to safely sleep,
There's little food to feed.

I'm not a child of Haiti,
But I pray for those who are.
May the power of a million prayers
Bless each one from afar.