"Sweet Charity"

Tell them the ecstasies and heartaches of your soul, but....

how petty they seem in regard to the needs of others

i dont want to write a verse i want to feed the homeless

and water flowers and clean kitchens and feed little mice

who are waiting on their next 

meal.  The moon is beautiful

How I love the moon when i look at the moon i imagine

a vine entangling it and reaching downards with blossoms

there is no barrier you cannot press through if you push hard enough

when god intervenes there are angels

sometimes the greatest ecstasy is not freedom but sweet captivity

while houses are crumbling and people are dying i regret to inform that

i find my musings trivial in sight of the hungry cold homeless people's eyes

Forgive me if i forsake to write...my heart is dstracted by mice

and the homeless and how everyone needs so very much in life

a home, shelter, warmth, love, food, water.  if the world

is so advanced why are there still people going hungry

in the bitter cold.  I don't believe them.  i believe in jesus

i am going to give my life to doing good deeds now

the world can fear my wake im going to help the helpless

and shelter the homeless and love the unloved

and steal from the rich and give to the poor

after all, Paris is Under Seige! It's the least I can do...

In Jesus' Name,

Amen