Sister, on the doorstep

Sister, sitting on the curb side
You live a life denied
of luxury and comfort
and full of sadness and hurt.

Yet, I see in you, in your dirty clothes
and dirty hair and humble abode
on that doorstep cold and lonely
something special for the poor only.

The LORD of time and all creation
blesses you in your tribulation
because GOD will always stay close nearby,
and listen to your moans and sighs.

GOD loves the poor even when
many will walk by and turn their heads
and I wish for your encouragement and peace
to overcome your difficulties.