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Finished With a Sweet
 

You should see this place on Sunday
when the homeless horde descends.
Some come only for the food
but that's not where our Sunday ends.

The food is good...delicious,
always veggies with some meat,
some rice or pasta maybe
and then finished with a sweet.

We sing in praise and worship
(Me, the projector operator),
then someone speaks out words of hope,
none of us a great orator.

The unaffected grumble and often scoff,
complain as if accustomed to the Ritz,
attempt to distract the speakers from their point,
can't wear the shoe because it never fits.

But there are always those who listen,
those who leave with hope.
These are the ones who return,
becoming equipped to cope.

Yes we cater here for everyone,
working girl, pimp or addict;
not judged here for what they've been,
the Lord has the final verdict.



By cherryk

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