Somebody gave me shelter
I have it for this day
I try to keep it simple
And pleasant to display
I move out excess items
And pick up things I drop
So when another enters
It is a pleasing stop
One day a lady told me
God doesn’t really care
If things are somewhat messy
He only wants our prayers
I thought about this comment
And wondered why I should
Not care for shelter given
By God, a room so good.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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