Life of a Homeless Man

Only a cardboard box shelters him from the cold,
The hard life he's led needs to be told.
He is homeless and all alone,
He has no family, no place to call home.

He digs through the garbage looking for food to eat,
His shoes are so worn they barely cover his feet.
The clothes he wears are all tattered and torn,
He moves around trying to get warm.

No blanket to cover him, no gloves for his hands.
Picture an image in your mind of this homeless man,
He prays every night Lord, although I'm poor,
I thank you for the food that I eat,

And for these tattered clothes and shoes for my feet.
Be very thankful for what you have,
For one day it could all be taken away,
Even though he was homeless he was thankful.

And he didn't forget to pray,
If you saw this man what would you do friend.
Would you clothe him, feed him, would you,
Invite him in?
                
   By Charlotte 

A Lesson of a Homeless Man

It was a cold winter's day that Sunday.  The church parking lot was filling up quickly.  I noticed as I got out of my car, fellow church members whispering among themselves as they walked in the church.  As I got closer I saw a man leaned up against the wall outside the church.  He was almost laying down as if he was asleep.  He had on a long trench coat that was almost in shreds and a hat topped his head, pulled down so you could not see his face. He wore shoes that looked 30 years old.  Too small for his feet, with holes all over them and his toes stuck out.  I assumed this man was homeless and asleep, so I walked on by through the doors of the church.  We all fellowshipped for a few minutes and someone brought up the man laying outside.  People snickered and gossiped but no one bothered to ask him to come in, including me.  A few moments later church began.  We all waited for the Preacher to take his place and give us the Word.  Then the doors to the church opened and the homeless man came walking down the aisle with his head down.  People gasped and whispered and made faces.  He made his way down the aisle and up onto the pulpit when he took off his hat and coat.  My heart sank, there stood our Preacher, he was the "homeless man."  No one said a word.  The Preacher took his Bible and laid it on his stand.  "Folks, I don't think I have to tell you what I am preaching about today."

Author Unknown  4/18/99