"A Candle in Every Soul"

Homeless, unsheltered
Victims of circumstance?
Chosen paths of life?
Does it make a difference?
Perception of one’s ill fate is not the game

Days and nights of rain falling down
Gnarling pangs of hunger
Maybe a father that lost the will to live
His wife and children long gone
Maybe an elderly woman
Forgotten by family
Maybe a teenager abandoned
No parents to offer understanding
A mother disjointed from life
Not able to nurture her own children

The homeless conveying…

The shame of a nation
The shame of the uncaring
They have pride, they have feelings
The homeless aren’t so different than you and I
Once being employed, prosperous and joyful
Somewhere faltering in life
Maybe not knowing why

We are God’s hands
Healing hands to reach out
There’s a candle in every soul
A beacon to light their way

Homelessness, society’s disease?
One day you could be homeless…
Who will reach out to you?