God my protector
you are the one
who nestles me
under your wings
you are warmth rising
from the wet heating grate
melting my cold heart
into a piece of flesh
you are the piece of breadon my empty stomach
recieved from street workers
nourishing my famished spirit
you are water on parched lips
flowing from rusty taps
cleansing my cluttered life
you are the gentle voice a stranger
who takes time to sit
and listen and love
you are my liberator
from the pit of my depression
I call you the promise
my dignity, releaser,Father
healer of the broken hearted
we are all homeless and
you bring us home