Dear homeless boy sitting on the curb,
In the heat of the day, I passed you by.
Your was face darkened with fear, anger and hunger,
But I averted my eyes.
Alone in a world of 7 billion people,
I hardened my heart choosing not to wonder.
A face so young with eyes grown old.
What happened to you to make you thus so?
I suppose I could have stopped
And chatted with you all the same.
Maybe there’d be a change
If I had prayed over you in Yahshua’s name.
But I’m heading to Bible study now,
My emotions too comfortable to disturb.
Perhaps another passerby will come strolling ’round the curb.
“Yes,” I console my conscience.
Perhaps another passerby will come strolling ’round the curb.
Matthew 25:35-40
Streetsister 
Dennis, do you know anything about sequesteredwonders? writer? homeless? any other background. I’d like to reblog this, but now without saying a word about the author.
Thanks,
jim
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Hi Jim, I don’t know anything about sequesteredwonderers?,writer?homeless? I’d be glad to share any information. Send me some questions. I’d be glad to answer them. Most of what I write doesn’t involve me as anything more than a listener.
Cheers,
Dennis
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