Some people live in a bed of roses
And to the poor-turn up their noses.
I don't think they understand
How quickly fate can turn it's hand.
Maybe just the cards we're dealt
That's made us sick and took our health.
Not able to work-we lose our home
Then there we are all alone.
Have you wondered what you'd do
With no home and no food?
Not a dollar to your name
I wonder if you'd feel the same?
I'm not homeless but I've been close
Lived in a car to change my clothes.
Though only for a couple days
Until I found a job that paid.
In my way was always pride
I felt so empty deep inside.
So very desperate I have been
But loving family took me in.
In my heart was much defeat
Til I stood on my own feet.
God has a way to make things right
They turn around just overnight.
When you reach the end of a rope
Remember, Friend, there's always hope.
One day the season God will change
In a bed of roses then you'll lay.
Written by: Thelma Shutters
