The deep inner workings of a beggar's mind

Come and Listen

Come and listen
To the sound of the wind
To the tickling of the rain
To the journey of the waves in the sea
To the crying of the birds
To the laughter of the children
To the silence
And that still, small voice.

Come and see
The vibrant trees
The solemn rocks
The carefree clouds
The pastel sunsets
The priceless children
The dancing stars
And their beautiful Creator.

Come and touch
The hands of the beggars
The hearts of the hopeless
The souls of the dying
The minds of the confused
The faces of the children
The lives of the persecuted
And the robe of their Sustainer.

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