Have The Homeless Become Invisible

 

I recently came across this video that a Friend of mine shared on Facebook. It is a heart-warming message that is difficult to ignore. Do we even notice the homeless anymore. Would you recognize your own family if they were homeless. Do you help them when they are in need and ask your self can you do more?

homelessness is a problem faced by many in cities around the world. While we sit in our warm homes with our internet and cable tv with warm clothes on our back and food in our bellies others are dying of starvation in the streets. Living on the side of the road facing the elements day in and day out.

Do you take the time to be thankful for what you have? Do you share the abundance that you have with those less fortunate and would you take time out of your day to bless someone in dire need.

There is so much we can do for others but how often do we take the time to really notice someone in need.

one of my favorite hymns comes to mind. It is a hymn that speaks to my soul every time I hear it.

A poor, wayfaring Man of grief

Hath often crossed me on my way,
Who sued so humbly for relief
That I could never answer nay.
I had not pow’r to ask his name,
Whereto he went, or whence he came;
Yet there was something in his eye
That won my love; I knew not why.
Once, when my scanty meal was spread,

He entered; not a word he spake,
Just perishing for want of bread.
I gave him all; he blessed it, brake,
And ate, but gave me part again.
Mine was an angel’s portion then,
For while I fed with eager haste,
The crust was manna to my taste.
I spied him where a fountain burst

Clear from the rock; his strength was gone.
The heedless water mocked his thirst;
He heard it, saw it hurrying on.
I ran and raised the suff’rer up;
Thrice from the stream he drained my cup,
Dipped and returned it running o’er;
I drank and never thirsted more.
‘Twas night; the floods were out; it blew

A winter hurricane aloof.
I heard his voice abroad and flew
To bid him welcome to my roof.
I warmed and clothed and cheered my guest
And laid him on my couch to rest,
Then made the earth my bed and seemed
In Eden’s garden while I dreamed.
Stript, wounded, beaten nigh to death,

I found him by the highway side.
I roused his pulse, brought back his breath,
Revived his spirit, and supplied
Wine, oil, refreshment–he was healed.
I had myself a wound concealed,
But from that hour forgot the smart,
And peace bound up my broken heart.
Inpris’n I saw him next, condemned

To meet a traitor’s doom at morn.
The tide of lying tongues I stemmed,
And honored him ‘mid shame and scorn.
My friendship’s utmost zeal to try,
He asked if I for him would die.
The flesh was weak; my blood ran chill,
But my free spirit cried, “I will!”
Then in a moment to my view

The stranger started from disguise.
The tokens in his hands I knew;
The Savior stood before mine eyes.
He spake, and my poor name he named,
“Of me thou hast not been ashamed.
These deeds shall thy memorial be;
Fear not, thou didst them unto me.”

 

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