For the homeless man who eats out of a can
as he wonders where is God's hand to carry him
through the shame of the day and cold bitter nights?
I can speak of this for at one time I was one such man.
Many who drive by tend to deny it's reality
and pat themselves on the back saying thank God it
is not me. Yet silently keep their fear at bay
hoping they will never see the day that they may be
in such a plight having to face their demons of the night.
The constant worry of where to sleep or will it rain
to add to their pain.

Oh the house of God to a degree may give comfort and
temporary reprieve on a bitter snowy night but,
come the new day after you receive the meal of the day
they tell you it's time to leave.
As the homeless man has to wait until the next time he can
get warm he sees on the news passing by the TV store
of a pending storm.
As the bitter cold wind pierces his bones reminding him of
of his plight he knows he must find a place for the night.
Off he goes back to the house he previously stayed
only to find there is no more room at the Inn.

They tell him there is another shelter but, it quite a ways
but wonders how will he get there if he hasn't a way?
Oh they promise him a shepherd to save the day.
Yet sometimes there are many delays.
Yes there was a day in a house of God a shelter for men
where I stayed and when an old man who came in late who
many have said was rather sick and pondering his fate
he died overnight and was ushered out before the bed got cold
another took his place the next night.
Figuring they would honor him and give last rite the house of God
just called the police as the medics just carted him away.
I then learned the value of life by those who preach to the masses
how much they don't believe in the crap they teach and talk out of their asses.