Be a Blessing, Start Adressing

When I see wasted food, I’m reminded of the poor who cannot make do.

As people blow their money, I think of those who live humbly.

During winter when it snows, I’m sad for those with little clothes.

Today is the day I choose, to stand up for those with nothing to lose.

When you drive by look them in the eye.

Look into their soul, see the hurt below.

Be a blessing and start addressing.

They need your love, help them to see there is a God above.

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