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Beggar man

Homeless man

Nameless man

Voiceless man



Just a blur

In the background

Of the lifeless picture

Of life, we pass by.



Why are you homeless

Beggar man

Why do you carry

Your bed in a bag

Across you back

What is your history

Take me back,
to what went wrong

To what changed your life into a sad song

What went wrong

Beggar man





I am an alcoholic he said

his firm stare and honesty

captivated curiosity

as he spoke to me.

The hustle and bustle

All around.

Could not drown our

The sound

Of his cry out

A no one ever stopped

To ask why

They would give a dime,

nickel, quarter, but no time

no why.



Beggar man said

I want to be free

But to me that is

Impossibility

I have tried over,

And over again to be right.

But, the bottle talks to me

Before bed at night and

As my eyes open

At daylight.





But, if it were possible

I want to be whole

It is a longing

In my soul.



Beggar man, what is your name

Ralph, Ralph he said

As if longing to say who

He was, longing to say

My name is Ralph.

Not Beggar man

Not homeless man

But a man, named Ralph.



Ralph, if I told you

There was a way

For you to be free

Today!

Would you want to be

Free now

Yess! He said

What do you have up your

Sleeve young lady

That could give me relief

I laughed with anticipation

For him inside.



Ralph, for your soul

Jesus died.

He loves you so, he sent

Me today to let you know

For your sin He did pay

Ralph do you want to

Be saved set free

Yess!

Ralph will you pray with me

Repeating what I say

Yes!

Ralph said yes to Jesus

That day

So Ralph is free

Today.



He is mo more



Beggar man

Homeless man

Faceless man

Voiceless man

He is a man

A man named Ralph



The harvest truly is plenteous,

But the laborers are few.

Pray ye the Lord of the harvest

That he will send forth

Laborers into His harvest