I Am

I am blessed.
I wonder if the congregation is worse than I think it is.
I hear a cry for help.
I see an increase in hunger.
I am blessed.
I pretend to be a millionaire
and that one day I will give the homeless their life back.
I feel pain when the homeless look down with no hope.
I touch their hearts by giving back.
I worry if a better day won't come to the homeless.
I cry out for the homeless.
I am blessed.
I understand their feelings of pain.
I say ... "Carry on!"
I dream for no more poverty.
I try to be more grateful than before.
I hope the homeless can experience love again.
I am blessed.

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