For The Homeless

w c

For The Homeless

 

I’ve never been a rich man

Financially in my life

But I help the homeless when I can

And I am blessed I find

 

And when I give of myself

The poor sometimes smile

And never better have I felt

Than when they stay awhile

 

Many souls I have fed

At the shelter many days

And I’ve given beds to weary heads

Off the streets and safe

 

 A better man I became

 When I served the poor

And I knew many by first name

As they entered through our door

 

 And when I volunteered

I made many friends

And God was always somewhere near

To help me welcome them

 

 

 

 

 

  • Author: w c (Offline Offline)
  • Published: January 17th, 2019 18:30
  • Category: Unclassified
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Comments4

  • psychofemale

    this is great!

    • w c

      I appreciate your comment, psychofemale.

    • Goldfinch60

      Such kindness is so wonderful w c.

      • w c

        Thanks, goldfinch. I appreciate your support.

      • orchidee

        A fine and true write w c.

        • w c

          I'm thankful for you, orchidee. I always enjoy hearing from you.

        • Fay Slimm.

          Empathy is its own payment to kind souls who give of themselves to others - a lovely read w.c.

          • w c

            Thanks, Fay. Those who give are rewarded for their kindness and for those who receive there is gratitude..



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