The Lame Entrepreneur

There once was a man who was lame from birth Others truly knew his real worth, Everyday he was placed at a corner by a store Where he begged for money as if he were poor. At the end of the day his friends would pick him up Heavy always was his collection cup, For him his friends had no sadness or sorrow And he'd be placed on a different street corner tomorrow. He didn't ever had any taxes or any bills Everything was free for him even his pills, And he was always placed on any street corner that he wanted Never was he sad, depressed or daunted. He always had a free place to live And unto no charities did he felt as if he should ever give, He told others that he knew how to play the game All because he was born lame. He begged for money for many, many years And he always received donations with sadness and tears, Donations were given to him by many who had worked hard Laborers, mechanics, contractors and workers from a shipyard. He would always pick the hours or days that he wanted to work That he told his friends was his greatest perk, And he would stay only as long as he wanted to stay Sometimes, just a few hours a day. Then one day the beggar saw these two men walking by Before, they entered a store, money for the needy he did cry, Unto him they then both looked and spoked An answer from them, the beggar had unexpectedly invoked. The two men said just look at us What would you like to hear or discuss, The two men then said we have no bills or coins to give you But, through the Lord Jesus your legs can be as new. Through the faith and belief in Jesus you can be healed No longer will you need to be carried or helped or wheeled, Instead of begging for money from the pockets of your brothers Or seeking the pity of strangers and all others. If you want and believe you can stand up and then you can walk Of this miracle done in to your legs you can show and talk, Never no more will need a helping hand No need for you to beg for money or for help to help you stand. The lame beggar then thought of his past and of his future 8 hours work compared to that of 4 or less hours as a moocher, Known as a man with two strong legs he didn't want to be labeled So, he told the two men, he'd much rather stay disabled. Randy L. McClave