W.W.J.D. Poem by Sierra Morrow

I saw a man today
he was dirty and cold
W.W.J.D.
There was a child on the street
she was beaten and scared
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A woman was sitting in her car
hurt and crying
W.W.J.D.
We have all forgotten how to be human
we no longer feel sympathy
have we forgotten what a man did for us
He was beaten, bloody, and hurt
but He carried His cross
He took away our sins
so the next time you see someone
be they hurt, scared, hungry, or cold
just for an instant think
W.W.J.D.