'Dead People Walking' - Poem by Linda Winchell
There are dead people walking among us,
Their dead like stares towards outer space,
No expression but that of hopelessness,
May be viewed upon their face.
Don’t be frightened by what their souls reveal,
They are not here to harm us in anyway,
They’re just going about their walk of death,
In every hour of every day.
You may want to reach out and save them,
From the fate that their life has dealt,
But God can only change their lives,
Upon their knees… prayer knelt.
Give them a smile and a silently said prayer,
As you go on your way,
And leave God’s word to bring them to a newness of life,
This is all that I can say.
By: Linda Winchell
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