There’s a little boy
Sleeping on his cardboard.
He’s dreaming of things
He’s never had before.
There’s a little girl
Cuddled with her mother.
They’re shivering in the car
With no help from another.
There’s an old man with a beard
Sleeping in his tent,
He’s forgotten how long it’s been
Since he couldn’t pay the rent.
There’s a family under the bridge
Who are close to losing hope.
They’re clinging to their faith,
As they struggle just to cope.
You and I have so much
We can share with someone else.
Listen for God’s whispers
Where you can give some help.

12.8.19 Sunday
Written by Gail Brookshire