THE LIVING POOR

How desperate those who run aground

of hope and basic needs

When all our cares and want are met

it’s hard for us to see

Our duty eased in partial truth

that God will care for them

and then with comfort’s callousness

dismiss their humanness

When we avail the vulnerable

We lend unto the Lord

for He is close to broken hearts

the crushed and ones forlorn

The question then when penury

attends these struggling souls

Would thought of kind solicitude

complacency withhold

The poor will always be with us

as care of widowed wives

and orphaned ones in faith described

as pure and undefiled

Do unto others as yourself

the golden rule implores

This ageless truth remains with us

as do the living poor

A poem by Greg Nelson

© 2020 by Poppie’s Hallel (BMI. Admin. by Amplified Administration)

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