Without Saying a Word

Such a cold, windy, day, watching the snowflakes gently lay. He came from the park just across the street, I guess that's where he goes to sleep. His coat was raggy, no socks did he wear, but he looked content, he didn't seem to have a care. I can't imagine, having to live like that, somebody's baby, he used to be, now he is alone, living wild, and free. I know the world has so many homeless on the streets, We need more shelters, where they can sleep. I'm thankful for my home, and my family inside, who would claim him if he died? Then a voice so sweet, was telling me, "he is one of mine, now let him be." I knew it was Jesus, whose voice I just heard, sometimes He speaks, without saying a word.