Help Him Lord
Help him Lord,
I can see it in his face,
He is not comfortable in God’s place,
But he needs your grace.
Help him Lord,
His clothes are not very good,
He comes from a bad neighborhood,
He feels hated and misunderstood.
Help him Lord,
The scars go deep,
Because of years of abuse and secrets he has had to keep,
His soul is tired and his despair complete.
Help him Lord,
He came here to pray,
Is he hungry or sick, who can say?
Will he make it thru the night ok?
Help him Lord,
I pray.
Copyright © Timothy Mcguire | Year Posted 2018
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