The Homeless Warrior

Homeless, wandering downtown in the falling snow,
The war veteran has nobody left and nowhere to go:
Icy air envelopes his body like a frozen glove--
All he wants is some food, some shelter--some love--

Begging on the corner during lunchtime on Monday,
Hurried people ignore him as they leave the cafe:
They're more interested in the latest flavored coffee,
Ignorant of the person right in their midst--suffering--

The homeless warrior finally meets a merciful man:
He offers to feed him and do whatever he can--
Surely the merciful man is a Christian in deed,
As he ministers to the desperate man--deep in need--

Truly when one is born again he acts on his faith;
And as he obeys the Lord he proves God is great!

--bro. tim pickl
Saturday March 1, 2008

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