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PoemsFace of a TheifToday I walked in prison where I looked on anger and strife, but the lesson I learned from a convict there, I'll remember the rest of my life. The convict said he was content in paying society's dues. It's easy to render to Ceaser, he said when you have the master with you. Yesterday I walked into a prison, and saw to my belief, the face of our Lord Jesus, worn on the face of a theif. -by Moses Let Go As children bring their broken hearts with tears for us to mend, I brought my broken dreams to God because he was my friend. But then instead of leaving him in peace to work alone, I hung around and tried to help with ways that were my own. At last I snatched them back and cried, how can you be so slow, he said, "My child what could I do, you never did let go". -by Moses Tattered Rags There exists in our society a shadowy realm of fear in tattered rags, and growling bellies. There are homeless again near, seeking refuge from the cold ignorance, and alienation as the closed door of fear pocesses no hesitation. But all is well that ends well, but this is up to us of course offering assistance in a christian spirit, the Lord's will shall then be endorsed. So we all here come together, this great spirit of unity, to dispell all of the fear and ignorance, which created this undeveloped community -by a man from Africa who spent 26 years in prison On My Knees On my knees before my God, like talking with a friend. Crying out to him in need, I've screwed up yet again. Forgive me Lord, my heart screams out, in pain because of sin. He looks at me, extends a hand and helps me to my feet. We walk along in silence first, then he says it's okay my son, let's just begin again. -by D., a man who lives in Trenton Rescue Mission |
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