Don'T Pass On By
Don’t Pass On By
He is my brother out in the chill,
on nights when shelters have reached their fill.
I give him food, a blanket too.
It’s only the least that I can do.
She is my sister, out in the cold
with little children not very old.
I pick her up because I know her
and bear her pain a little further.
He is my child in a hotel.
Who thinks this new home is just swell.
He doesn’t know Mom’s lost his room
or understand this life of gloom.
Sometimes you see them with a sign.
Roll up the window or be kind.
Dear God I pray, no one my own
is ever found, without a home.
We must answer for each other.
Each one is kin. Each one is brother.
By grace of God go you or I.
If you see a need, don’t pass on by.
12/7/17
Copyright © Janis Thompson | Year Posted 2017
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