God's Chosen Ones
For the struggle is never over for
some.
From sleeping on the streets to
panhandling
just to get a morsel to
eat,
Scrambling through trash cans
Searching for a meal to hold on to
for days even weeks
Becomes the tool of survival that so many
endure and seek.
Seeing visions from thine eyes
gives the painful picture of hollowed
cries
Reaching out thy arms...
asking the questions ..
HOW and WHY?.
Brings us all here today to remember
all of those who ..
Touched Hearts
Sacrificed
and Died.
SO GOD BLESS..
The man, women and child who's
securities have been
stolen
For God always have a better plan
That's why they were chosen.
For we may never understand
of why this is to be
For God always knows what's best,
May they never be forgotten and
may they all rest in peace...
The End....
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