We are created equal and in God’s image. This sums it up. I have to reblog…
You see us under the bridge.
In dirty clothes and nasty fingernails.
The druggies have no teeth…and the poor and unlucky too.
We sit hoping….wanting…
Wanting food and water…most of the time…
And a kind word
That maybe God has not forgotten us
And if we hold on
Keep pushing forward
Reaching even small goals…
That in the end.
Someone will remember us.
And we shall enter his kingdom as princes to the King.
Not as paupers and beggars but princes.
And oh what a glorious day that will be.