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.
This poem is about:
Our world
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