Choices
He had no money and no clothes
Not even a roof over his head
He had no one to turn to
Because both of his parents are dead
Now what could he do
To turn this tragedy around
So that he could start smiling
And get rid of that awful frown
He tried to panhandle
To get money to buy something to eat
Because that was the only way
He knew how to survive living on the streets
Now it’s getting cold outside
And he desperately needed a coat
So he broke into a house and
Stole a few things to stay afloat
But now he’s starting to change his mind
Because he was hearing lots of voices
It was none other than God telling him
That there are many other choices
He could make
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