Hope of the Homeless By Brenda Drake



A sad, sad world watches all the fesivities from afar.


Hope of a Homeless

There is no tree, no stocking, and no joy at this time of year.
The heart is heavy with unshed tears.
Happy memories try to surface but are pushed down,
By the unsavory circumstances that now my life surrounds.
People are bustling, rushing by with purpose,
Alive with the planned joys of Christmas.
I have heard that Jesus loves me,
And hear that He cares.
I have experienced some answered prayers.
But I wonder will anyone see the mess I am in?
Will I be invited to the festivities enter in?
Yes I am the homeless one you do not see.
I will in hope pray you will see me

Jesus loved us before we loved Him
He died to free all from bondage and sin.
What better gift could we offer Him on this day?
Than to His love to another display.

Matthew 25:45
Then shall he answer them, saying, Verily I say unto you, Inasmuch as ye did it not to one of the least of these, ye did it not to me.

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