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HOMELESSFear not that bricks and mortar do not surround you Or that slates do not cover your head, Where is that luxury filled mattress And downy pillow to call your bed? We have all become too lily-livered, Cosseted and pampered to within an inch of our lives, No true goals and ambitions, No motivation to make us thrive. For He provides a house for us, Not walls but the air and breeze surround, The sky is our roof, our shelter and Rich foliage strewn on the ground. Tall trees are our canopy to shield from the rain, Our food from the hedgerows and beneath the earth, He nurtures, tends and strengthens us, With Him we find our true worth. Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem |
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