I have visited many homeless in the prisons around our town and some I got to know.
Many talk about getting back on their feet but they have no place to go.
The ex-prisoners, the job seekers, these homeless folks, they look just like you and me.
They may be homeless, but some are veterans and many have fought for the U.S. overseas.
I have also attended church with the homeless right here in my town.
They just want love and kindness; they love it when friendly folks come around.
They may be homeless, but they are not hopeless, and each one has a personal story to tell.
They may be homeless, but they still have faith and some love the Lord as well.
They may be homeless but most are not helpless in any sort of way.
So please take some time out, give them a hand, and pray for them today!
Amen
Copyright © 2008 by John Michael Domino
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This is a very touching poem!
Yet how can we, when our money is bled from us by governments craving weapons, ever more weapons, and which spend billions subsidizing inefficient industries and failed banks? There is enough in the world for all right now, but not when 50% or more of all wealth generated is consumed by governments - we really are crazy and it's the poor who suffer. Reduce government to 10% of its current size and poverty will almost vanish. Just think - we could double the size of the productive workforce whilst decreasing the wasteful government take! Wow! We'd all be awash in wealth.
Bless you for your kind thoughts.
Keith
Christine
Newfie Hugs, Rose
Edwin
Be always safe,
Karen