looking at the state
of this world surrounding me
anxiety poverty and despair
are all I now see
but for the grace of God
I'd be in the same dire straits
but for the grace of God
I'm grateful that I ain't
take a moment be grateful
give God all the glory
take a moment be grateful
God's mercy was afforded to me
but for the grace of God
I'd be in the same dire straits
but for the grace of God
I'm grateful that I ain't
the only things promised in life
are the love of God
plus His grace and mercy
which I take to heart
and I'll never forget the actions
of Jesus Christ
the Resurrection which gave me
an opportunity to have eternal life
take a moment be grateful
give God all the glory
take a moment be grateful
He's writing my story
but for the grace of God
I'd be in the same dire straits
but for the grace of God
I'm grateful that I ain't
but for the grace of God
I'd be in the same dire straits
but for the grace of God,
I'm grateful that I ain't
A cardboard mansion, renovated expansion
No payments left to be made
Three car garage, a hungry mirage
An elegant dumpster buffet
Hand tailored suit sewn with laces from boots
Which he donated to a friend
His non existent gold, lost through the holes
A tragedy one can not defend
Disheveled and dirty and always wordy
Talking about his wonderful life
Has failing health, depends on himself
No way to feed kids or a wife
His only possession is his neck sign confession
"Have mercy will work for food"
No tears left to cry, society asks why
But for the Grace of God it be you.
An original poem by the "Poemdog" Daniel Turner
There are nearly 1 million homeless in the US alone
! In 7 go hungry daily. Just think about it.
Back when I was a rebellious, care free young lad
there was this regular practice that I had.
I can remember when, every now and again
I would visit my local court house and watch the sentencing.
Defendants were declared convicts officially
and marched off to serve their time at some correctional facility.
Their lives were now forever changed for the worse most likely
and then on one visit it really struck me
that there but for the grace of God goes I
and I've been only lucky so far not screwing up my life,
but all luck does run out eventually,
So Don't Blow It!
Right now you have this one chance to change immediatly,..
...and so I did and for the better I believe.
Hanging at a court house was great therapy for me apparently.
"There but for the grace of God go I",I heard them say,then they passed an addict begging on the streets and walked away,
They call themselves God's children and through Gods lands they roam,but the homeless don't get charity,cause charity begins at home,
There but for the grace of God go I and don't ya know,don't bother asking for thier help they'll only turn and go,
So much for christian values leave them stacked up in the shelf,they'll tell you God will only help the man who helps himself,
There but for the grace of God go I it's just a farce,so take your Christian values now and shove them up your ****,
It's nothing but hypocrisy it's flagrant and it's rife,ther quick enough to pass remarks on someone elses life,
So ther but for the grace of God go I 'n' aint it true,don't think that you're above it friend,one day it could be you.
Ive been on the street a long time it seems
It wasnt always like this i had my dreams
I envy the normality of the people that look at me and scorn
This isnt a life i choose as they look me all tattered and torn
I used to be a family man who worked and had pride
Its been 5 or 6 years when it started my downward slide
Now i trudge the streets daily cap in hand begging for money
The weekends i loath the city drinkers laughing at me spitting at me and thinking its
funny,
Its a paradox though because i was once part of that scene
But divorce and ill health the drinking job gone and so was my dream
So my daily drudge is walking the streets in the hope of a meal
I dont see my children anymore and its a constant pain i feel
The nights are worst when the winters here
Its not just the cold and the rain that i fear
Its the hateful reactions from passers by
Me huddled in a doorway cold and lonely to them i could die
But what hurt me to the core and made my heart so sad
This evening my daughters passed by me looked through me didnt recognise me
there dad
I can only imagine
How horrible it would be
In a world of total darkness
If I couldn't hear or see
How would I communicate?
If I could only use my touch
If I couldn't understand it
How would it help that much?
I would never hear "I love you"
Or see a beautiful smile
I could never know the greatest things
That make this life worthwhile
And what about the loneliness
That I would feel inside
I would never know accomplishment
Even though I tried
Now, I may never know their heartache
Nor even probably ever understand why
The only thing I know for sure is
There but for the Grace of God go I
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