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Open Your HeartWe hustle and bustle everyday, While hurrying along our way; Onto a crowded subway or bus, Ears burn hearing another cuss. Pushing through at your stop, Before moving off you hop; A beggar sits against the wall, Looked very scruffy as you saw. Appeared not shaved for weeks, With a raspy voice as He speaks; Sounding as if dried to the bone, Talking with a sigh and a moan. He asked whatever I could give, For another day so he could live; So I took pity in seeing his face, Remembering God and His grace. Open your heart and lend a hand, To the poor and needy of the land; Blessings will flow from the Lord, God will ensure your just reward. Richard Newton Sherrer Copyright ©2006 Richard Newton Sherrer Vote for this poem
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