It is heartbreaking to see another homeless person on the corner of the road.
Sometimes, I have something to give,
sometimes, I don’t have anything.
Although, I remember, I can always pray for them to find the help they need,
to proceed,
through life.
Bless Jerry and help him to feel at home on this side of eternity.
After all, this is not our home.
We are all just passing through.
It’s true,
We are all just passing through.
Bless Johnny and I can picture him with a brand new leg that’s not artificial.
God‘s love and healing is always so splendidly sacrificial.
We are all just passing through.
It’s true,
We are all just passing through.
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Rowan Finley
Father. Academic Advisor. Musician. Writer. My real name is Jesse Balogh.
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Such a heartfelt and relatable poem! You’ve got a heart of gold. Keep spreading that kindness—words like these do make a difference! ✨🙂
You always have something to give, even when it doesn’t seem so. Prayer is powerful, prayer works. And then we pray that they recognize the help that God sends when He sends it. That’s how He works.