My Friend is homeless because of Circumstances nt by choices merely situations. Obstacles followed my friend along their path. Overwhelmed within one’s footprints. My homeless friend is My father’s child. A child of The Most High, All my friend needed his fellow mankind to lend a helping hand to show my homeless friend compassion. The way which path of righteousness, Seeking my father all the way. My friend don’t feel you’re all alone, look up to the hills, ask Our father to wrap you in his arms and carry you along your journey but most of all stay in prayer.
Copyright © Michaela Renee Solomon | Year Posted 2021
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