My name was beggar on the streets
For that was my place called home
I had no one to love me, no shoes on my feet
Hungry, desperate and so all alone.
People passed by, so blind and unaware
Of my plight as with thousands of others
We were all left for dead, no one to care
Orphaned, with no fathers or mothers.
Then one morning this year as I sat in the gutter
Some children all smiling and clean
Came over to us and said 'we can help you brother'
I said 'I don't know what you mean'.
Follow us, we will show you the way
Where God can set you free
A shelter where the homeless stay
That's them and you and me.
We have a home and food to eat
A bed to lay our head
A safe place where we all can meet
And life is joy not dread.
My life has changed because of you
Now I can help another
God sure has helped to see me through
And I thank you Sister-brother.
I dedicate this poem to Jane and those involved in the work in Africa. And to the children and to The Father, Son and Holy Spirit.
. . . . . . . . From a grateful friend