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On their way to Sunday mass
A homeless man they walked right past
Not a single coin put on his plate
They rushed right by to not be late

They listened to the preacher preach
Compassion to each other he tried to teach
When the collection basket was passed around
Plenty of loose dollars the congregation found

But one little boy took ten dollars out
And the lady beside him started to shout
“That is a sin boy; you’re going to hell –
Why did you do that?  I want you to tell.”

He looked up at her with bright blue eyes
And said, “Why, ma’am I am surprised;
Weren’t you listening to what the minister said?
Some of this money should go to the poor man instead.”

As people watched him walk towards the door
The preacher stopped him and gave twenty dollars more
He said to the homeless man, “This is for you”
With a sparkle in his smile and his bright eyes of blue

The homeless man said, “Why thank you son,
This is a very kind thing that you have done.
I told my father who lives up above
That in this world there still is love.”

That homeless man got up to his feet
And slowly started walking on down the street
The whole congregation looked on with surprise
As he disappeared before their very eyes

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