Poor little child dressed in tattered clothes
where your next meal comes from, no one really knows.
There isn't a roof to put over your head,
so you're forced to sleep out on the streets instead!
Your Mother tries her best to keep you safe and sound
and wonders if good fortune will ever come around.
She seeks and seeks for the things that you lack
and would gladly give you the shirt off her back!
She goes out on a hunt for something to eat
her poor tired body is extremely beat.
Now she searches for a safe place to sleep
holding on strong to her faith she will keep!
She gets down on her hands and knees and begins to pray,
asking the Lord to get her through another day.
As she lifts her head a large hand reaches out from the sky,
'I AM THAT I AM....your Lord God and I have heard your cry! '
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
In the darkest hour the Spirit will answer..the plight of the homeless is everywhere..what would you do to help someone? a very poignant poem...