by Kendra Allen

Created on: July 31, 2009

If you see me on the street
And wonder where I live,
Or feel the urge to take my hand
And ask what you can give,
Don't pity me from what you see
Or shake your head and groan -
For I am walking with my Lord
And never walk alone.

Yes, my tattered clothes are worn
And shoes are wearing thin,
But actually, they look quite good
In light of where I've been;
Don't pity me for what I wear -
They fit me like a glove!
Besides, I'm walking with my Lord
Who wraps me with His love.

I may not have two coins to rub
Or paper bills to fold,
My earthly needs are always met
With miracles untold!
Don't pity me for being poor
Or lack of life's extremes,
For I am walking with my Lord
And rich beyond your dreams.

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