Ode to the Homeless of PIN Ministry, Va. Beach
COMPASSION
The tears of the Old woman
Roll down her cheek
They find their place in
My mind and pierce my heart.
No home to speak of
In search of some food and Love
Her name is Maggie,
I begin to weep.
(Ref)
Now my gut twisted and torn
with Your Compassion - Your Love
I want to scream
I want to cry
I want to die….,
To myself; and
Be Your Hands, Your Heart, Your Love
Dirty, scarred, worn hands
They are this man’s mark
They find their place
In my hands and in my heart
A man alone
In search of food and Hope
His name is Kerry
I’m driven to tears
(Ref)
A twinkle and a smile on her face
A welcome surprise
They find their place
In my eyes and in my heart
Blessed and warm, yet..
In search of food and a Home
Her name is Tara
I’m now sobbing.
(Ref)
Lord let me be Your Hands, Your Heart, Your Love
Lord let us be Your Hands, Your Heart, Your Love
Helps to bring the Kingdom above to those You so Love
With Your Hands, Your Heart, Your Love
By: Richie - Ode to the Homeless of P.I.N. Ministry. Date: 12 July 2007