| Will You Help Me January 17, 2008 Justene Martin |
"Will you help me?" Cries the starving heart. "I’m hungry and I have no place to go!" "I live inside this prison cell, forsaken By the selfish, who may never, ever know. That as I beg along these streets, I’m bleeding, Hungering to know the Father’s touch. They may never hear my silent pleading, But they, themselves are starving for so much. I’m only asking for someone to love me, Or give to me one meager little crumb. The hate I see in people all around me, Has left me feeling broken and so numb. And you kind sir or madam will you turn And hide your eyes from witnessing my plight? Or will you face your own broken spirit? It only takes a meager Widow’s Mite. |