Blushing Strangers
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Blushing Strangers
The funnies things happen,
when you go to church,
and you are loving the Lord.
There is a feeling that comes.
It is HIM!
Do not mistake it.
Do not shut it down.
Do not be concerned.
Be welcomed.
Some fear the plate will pass.
They may have to put,
money in.
It may cost them something,
to be saved.
Not!
The plate is for the lights,
so we do not sit in the dark.
The plate is for the food,
on Thursday mornings,
they give to the poor.
Some of us,
have been in that line.
Some of us,
know what happens,
to every dime.
They may point at you,
and ask you your name?
They may want to know…
if you believe,
But will not ask,
openly.
They only wish to share,
the very air,
of His Spirit,
with the
lost.
You…
look..
lost.
Copyright © Ann Foster | Year Posted 2019
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