Previous Page Shelter me Sandy V I looked for shelter and found none I slept on a street corner I was cold I searched for food and found scraps bread that was green and old I was filthy and sick in need of care But few were there for me I was made derelict except for roaming the streets There was no place for me I chattered to myself as I roamed about with no direction in mind through the vicious streets of the city Half out of my mind They tossed me out of the bus stop where i meant to spend the day And the children and old ladies laughed at me alot and told me to get out of their way There was a time I had a good name but I can't remember when I had children,a home and a good job But its too painful to think of that I'll probably die this broken creature nobody knowing who I am am or used to be They say this could happen to anybody Dear GOD why did it happen to me??? **************************************************** There once was a boy and His name was Christ He came too Earth too live a normal life Too see first hand our world off sin He drank and partied and fit right-in He and His friends would walk a lot-moving from town too town. His Mother wished he would get a job--get married and settle-down.He tried His hand at carpentry but never build a thing.So He tried his luck at Fishing with very little success. He bunked in with the fisher-men,He had no-where else .His Mother was still proud off Him though He hadn,t amounted too much.He asked about His Father a lot though he wasnt around. His Mother said, dont worry Christ,Your Father is in Heaven and you'll see- him again some-day and you'll sit at His right hand for all eternity, This pleased the boy and made Him proud and He bragged it every day.My Father is a great great Lord and I will be some day. People loved too hear His stories and gave Him food and drink so He shouted all the louder"Im not the Man you think". My Father is a mighty King and I am the son Just love each other and love me too and you will all be saved and you can come too my Fathers House and we all will live as Kings. His poor old Mother shook her head and Said"what have I done"? I filled His head with stories and now He just drinks all day. He hangs around with prostitutes and men who like too-pay. Some day I 'll be called Rome ,,I know-too identify the body off my boy that "ran away". "My heart is broken ,my spirit fails, its hard too loose a son. I loved as much a mother could "Her only begotten-son.