Homeless Poem by Rita Hawkins

How many times have you passed that homeless guy,
He does not have nothing to sell,
And even if he did you would not buy.

Has he asked you for a dollar,
And made you just want to holler,
Or does he annoy you just like a wrinkled coller?

Do you think
'All u want to do is buy a drink'?
The truth probably is all he wants to do is shrink.
He is shamed,
and will be named a hobo.

Have you ever thoght Jesus could come back like that?
Have you ever sat next to this lonley fellow,
Come on he he is lucky if he gets to sleep on a welcome mat,
So do not be a brat.

Give him some change if you have it,
He is already been frost bit.
He may invite you to come and sit,
and who knows if you do, then you may be sitting next to Jesus.