Oh, what a night for the plight of the homeless!
Sleepin out rough giving hope to the poor.
Lost property here, take a look at my baggage
You’re welcome to claim it, you’re honest I’m sure

Without false  pretensions ,  status or pride
Just pigeons a cooin and box wrapped outside.
Do I seem worthless without any style?
Just ask me to sing and I’ll bet you will smile.

But the ground is so lumpy with winds drivin through
a heart that feels broken and patched up with glue.
I often feel empty but somehow I rise.
Devouring despair contemplating mince pies

My friends are a mixture, were not all the same.
Some ran away or were victims of shame.
Some were just weary of pressure and pose
Or couldn’t get work and couldn’t buy clothes

I value your homage, your prayers and your cash
I’m sure I am worth more than recycled trash.
Not just for the money or shelter we seek
Its meaningful love every day of the week.

Thank you.

For you know the grace of our Lord Jesus Christ, that though he was rich, yet for your sake he became poor, so that you by his poverty might become rich. (2 Corinthians 8:9)