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| Wandering Sheep My clothes are torn and ragged, and my body is wearing down, From all the miles I've traveled, being homeless from town to town. I hear the people's laughter, for a beggar is all they see, But I don't have the things they do, the food, the luxury. I don't even know how I got here, but I'm here, that's all I know, My home is wherever you find me, my destination is wherever I go. A bench, the ground, that's my mattress, and my blanket is the dew. My food is wherever I find it, sometimes I find it in you. Although it seems like I'm nothing, and all I ever do is loaf, Between us there is no difference, for God created us both. Don't look at an owtward appearance, just help your fellow man, He might be an angel sent from God, to see if you'll lend him a hand. And to all of you who have helped me, when no one else was around, God is waiting in Heaven, to give you your glorious crown. Amen Inspired by: Luke 6:38 Give, and it shall be given unto you. Alan D. Mays(c) |
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