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DOWN AND OUT
Sitting on a bench feeling down and out,
They world is not fair, you want to shout.
Why me! What harsh wrong have I done?
Why should my battle be lost, not won?
Sitting there so sad and all forlorn
Wishing you had never been born,
No burden’s too heavy a voice does say,
‘I’ll help you carry it all of the way’.
No one was there but the load felt light,
Hope was felt in the dark of the night,
Someone somewhere had been praying
God above heard what they were saying.
A moment of hope, a glimmer of pure light,
Helped someone realize it would be alright,
Touched by the spirit this lonely soul,
Through that prayer, were being made whole.
(Millicent) Ann Margetson October 16, 2002