I am a ghost among men. Standing in a sea of humanity I am not seen. I am a need, a want. Empty of hope, a void filled with despair. There are brief moments where you see me out of the corner of your eye on the streets of a thousand cities. Holding signs bearing words empty of pride that beg to know that my life means something to someone, anyone. . . you.
But you continued on your path never stopping to take my hand and look into my eyes. For if you had you would have found Me waiting for you. "For when you do it unto one of the least of these, my brethren, you do it unto Me." Matthew 25:40 KJV
Open your eyes . . . I'm still here . . . waiting to be seen.
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