The Homeless

Treading the highways and byways seemingly without a care Walking about the streets alone nobody knows you're there Pushing a cart so ladened with all of their earthly goods Sleeping under a bridge at night or camping out in the woods When you come into their presence all you can do is just stare They return the look that shows only emptiness is lurking there If only something you could say but you're caught at a lost for words Remember God watches over them the same as He does for the birds Even the homeless have a place to lay down their weary heads They pile their clothes up so high just to build makeshift beds Catching water from a leaky faucet just to get a cool drink Survival is a constant struggle always living life on the brink They also have a circle of friends and gather together as a group Sometimes food is plentiful and at times just a cup of soup They will always be a part of society that's called the human race Lets not look at the outside but on the inside that is full of grace Copyright 2013