GOD BLESS THEM ALL
by: Clay Harrison
God bless the homeless who live on the street
without a warm bed or shoes on their feet.
They have no shelter from rain, cold or night,
And no one will offer comfort or light.
God bless the hungry with too little pay
To feed all their children day after day.
They get no respect; their dreams don't come true,
For they do the work that others won't do.
God bless the aged, the sick and the lame,
Who silently suffer with no claim to fame.
Unwanted, forgotten, abused and alone...
There's no way to measure the pain they have known.
God bless the lonely, the friendless and poor,
The deformed and ugly who try to endure.
God bless the widowed, the orphans who cry
and don't understand the who, when or why.
They've known every sorrow that falls upon earth
while seeking to find a purpose and worth.
God bless them all, wherever they roam,
And give them peace till He calls them home.
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