For my life, I give thanks

I saw a crippled woman selling roses
On the side of the road
Although she was limping
She wasn’t very old.
As I pulled up to her, I handed
Her some money,
She had such a sad look about
Her, it made me feel funny.
A couple of hours had passed
And I was on my way back,
When I saw that crippled woman,
Digging in a garbage sack.
My heart sank to my stomach
And I started to cry,
For this poor woman had not
A home and on the streets,
Could surely die.
Now I know everyone has
A purpose here on earth,
But my God! Digging in the garbage,
Is this what her life’s worth?
As I drove home, I couldn’t help
Thinking, what would become of this
Woman’s life?
I’m just so thankful to my Lord
For all that I have and for the
People in my life,
That I may have a home, and a
Family to forever make my
Days bright.
For my life, I give thanks.

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