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Come With Me
by louis gander Please come with me while we stand tall and give to those awaiting call who haven't any hope. My tears run as a waterfall, pour off my cheeks for one and all. I don't know how they cope. Now Susie is a dancer She's nine, but now has cancer. She's on a newer drug. The days are slow. She sits alone 'tween night and day in twilight zone. She needs someone to hug. Meet David with clef palate who plays on old wood pallet each long and boredom day. His mother doesn't have a house. He's shy and quiet as a mouse and has nothing to say. Meet Bobby Jean who's starving - while turkeys we are carving - for our Thanksgiving feast. She needs some clothes and needs a bath. She did not choose this endless path. Of these, she is the 'least'. Meet the Muslim boy, Abdul. He's beaten hard and it's so cruel. He studies the Koran. If you were him, you would be too and studying a twisted view to be an evil man. Please come with me while we stand tall and give to those awaiting call who haven't any hope. My tears run as a waterfall, pour off my cheeks for one and all. I don't know how they cope. Copyright 2021 by louis gander. Poetry for sermons, story poems and more... If you love story poems, then you'll love ganderpoems.org / no ads, no sign-up, no tracking. Just free inspirational poetry. Article Source: http://www.faithwriters.com |