Lately, my heart has been touched for the poor. A Poem to remind us of our duty (To the tune of Hamburg by Lowell Mason).
"The poor, the maimed, the fatherless,
Live in every town of us.
If we but turn a blind eye,
God is displeased and Heaven sighs.
Could it be his path God-ordained
Not that his lot was because of sin?
If any, we should thankful be
God still blesses despite what he sees
Come everyone and bring your fold,
And meet and preach the Gospel bold
To fill the need and lovingly coach
Lest God be sad, our Maker reproached."
-2016
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