The Race for Relatives

Children come to earth each day
Not knowing what their life will hold
Many of them will take a path 
A path that just may lead to gold.

These souls who felt that they were lost
Keep looking for a familiar face. 
With help from angels near and far 
The search for kin becomes a race. 

Day by day the search goes on
And one by one each child is found. 
Healing wounds and aching hearts 
The angels rarely make a sound.

They work and work till all is spent
And do the same the very next day. 
The angels know that is their task 
Put families back again to stay. 

Lives are now forever changed 
For someone gave their heart and soul. 
Restoring what was once a dream 
Like lifting gold from a darkened hole.