The Homeless Two

Two children walking down the street. Seven or eight years old, the most that they could be. Looking through the garbage for something to eat. They found a half eaten hamburger that was thrown away This treat would make their day. They broke it in half , and together they ate But they had to hurry for it was getting late. Sooner older kids would be around and they Knew that they would have to scramble and fight For every morsel and every bite. They hurried through the garbage to see what else they could find. Then they would have to run and hide. The older kids would always bully the young For on the streets this is how it is done. They found a cup which still had soda and ice And a small bags of fries and with that they could get by. They ran to an abandoned building where they slept This is where they sat and wept On a dirty torn mattress, and rags to use as a pillow. And the sounds of rats in the rafters. They huddled next to each other, and they began to pray. This is what their mother showed them before she passed away. They didn’t have any relatives that they knew of But they prayed to the one above For his guidance and his love. Oh GOD ! We are your children, why do we suffer so? My sister and I have done nothing wrong. This is not where we belong. Mom told us that you watch over all your children And all we see is poverty and misery. The older children know how to survive But we are younger, and we’ll continue to try. I saw a church just the other day Which isn’t too far away. Children playing and having fun In the sprinklers and away from the sun. Why can’t we be there? Maybe some of the toys with us they could share. This is my prayer for my sister and I On these streets we do not want to die. Their prayer had been answered on the same day When a preacher who had been passing by that way. He took them in and Fed them, cleansed them and gave them clothes to wear And with the other children some toys to share The brother and sister went to the church And got down on their knees , and thanked Their mother who had given them hope When there was none to be found. And for telling them that GOD is always near And listens to every word and every prayer. HOPE IS THE KEY IF YOU WANT TO BE FREE.