All classic, modem's counterpart,
the focus of forgiveness heart
were in the trial of homeless mart
the scattered soul, the refuged cart!
Entrepreneur, the village smart
all ideal, but for love's depart,
the greatest thought, no gain's consort,
who gather on in foolish sport!
With somber no-destruction thrust
my spirit's wander, now adjust,
and so my concentrations must
seems isolative in its' fuss!
Now heretofore consents encrust
a miracle of Faith to trust
will fill the coffers 'til they bust
the giving anthem "grace" not rough!
Restore this treasure, "on the cuff"
Togetherness of "Soul" . . . rebuff!
Note: Thousands of "homeless" persons, victims of the "era!" Let the BIBLE
teach us the older, welfare principles our Yeshua ordained! Peace and Love!
Copyright © Paula Larson | Year Posted 2016