Thank You Lord For My Home
Some people live in cardboard boxes
others between buildings
Certain individuals beneath a tent
others under bridges, or close to dumpster bins
Palpitating life on the street,
you never know who your going to meet
It can be lonely and cold out there,
some people's houses are made of brick and some of air
Some old folks wear pajamas at night and own heat
others huddle in layered used clothing, shivering from cold
under garbage bags and dirty things;
I for one thank God every day for the roof over my head
No greater comfort, then owning a front door with a lock
and a furnace that works ;
A mattress with blankets, pillows that smell nice
Thank you God for all of that .
November 15, 2021
Sponsor Regina McIntosh
Contest Name Thanksgiving Blessings | Enter Contest
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