He is homeless
He looks so cold
Oh my, he is old
I wish I could take him home.

He waves at me
I waved back
Oh, poor thing
I wish I could help.

I see the pain in his eyes
I see the stress on his face
I can hear the rhythm of his humming
I can see he is hurting.

He walked towards me, and then he said
"Poor, lonely, unhappy,hungry. It may seem,
But my child, I am a rich man. Yes, I am, I am rich, "I was, then he replied
"My child, I know you are puzzled
But don't be
Because I am homeless to you
But I have a home in Christ. "

S.simpson
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