The Writings of B.G. Wetherby |
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HOMELESS
A homeless man or woman, another child of God. You'll turn your back, and then walk away, because you find them odd. No fireplace or warm, dry bed, no family to call their own. In the cold is where they sleep, that's where they call home. Exposed to natures elements, on a frozen bench they lie. While you sleep in your warm house, fed, secure, and dry. That could have been you instead, you are but one bad break away. Then everyone can also treat you exactly the same way. Buy them a warm and hardy meal, and stop being critical. Give them shoes without holes, you can be the MIRACLE!
B.G. Wetherby© “Cast aside a brother, so too, shall I cast you.” Jesus Christ WHEN RACISM FALLS
A tree, is but a tree, with a uniqueness of its own. Much more noticed in a group, than when it stands alone.
Each leaf clings with its own likeness, but serves a purpose as do all. In proper season all come together, to make the colors of the fall.
God made us very similar, different races like the tree. Real beauty lies within us too, where others seldom see.
If we bring our colors together, sharing the beauty that is within. Racism will surely fall that day, and the world's autumn shall begin.
B.G. Wetherby© INSPIRATIONAL AUTHOR
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