WHO PAYS THE POOR LENDS HIS MAKER

In humble dwellings where poverty weaves, Where hope and despair dance like fallen leaves, A tale emerges, ancient and profound, "He who pays the poor lends his maker," it resounds.

In this world of shadows, where darkness prevails, Comes a truth whispered through the weary trails. For the generous soul who extends a hand, Becomes a bridge, where blessings freely expand.

With tender heart, kindness becomes a decree, A symphony of grace, played eternally. He who pays the poor, with compassion and care, Finds solace in knowing, his Maker is there.

In the depths of despair, where tears often flow, A touch of kindness can help hearts to grow. The giver and the receiver, entwined as one, For love's currency transcends what can be won.

Through impoverished streets, where suffering resides, A beacon of hope within one's heart presides. For the one who shares, in their soul they see, A reflection of the Divine's generosity.

In lending a hand, the spirit awakes, Embracing the needy, their burdens it takes. For each act of kindness, a bond is made, Between mortal and Maker, a debt gently repaid.

So let us remember, in life's fleeting hours, To uplift the downtrodden, like blooming flowers. For in paying the poor, love's circle extends, Uniting hearts, and finding peace that transcends.

"He who pays the poor lends his Maker," we find, A truth that reverberates in heart and mind. May our lives be a testament to this creed, Spreading love, fulfilling our purpose indeed.

 GOD I NEED A HUG

In the depths of my soul, a longing resides, A yearning for solace that abides, With weary steps, I wander the streets, Seeking comfort in faces I chance to meet.

But God, I need a hug, a tender embrace, To feel Your presence, Your soothing grace, For in the alleys of my troubled mind, The battles within are harsh and unkind.

They are different, those who walk the streets, From the voices that haunt where darkness meets, Invisible struggles that none can see, Yet they consume and devour the essence of me.

I seek a respite from this relentless war, A touch, a connection that will heal my core, For the world outside can't fathom the pain, That engulfs my spirit like a relentless rain.

Oh, God, I need a hug, a divine embrace, To feel Your arms enfold me in sacred space, To find solace in knowing I'm not alone, That You see the battles my heart has known.

In the whispers of the wind, may Your love be heard, Softly reminding me with each gentle word, That though they are different, both heart and street, Your embrace extends to all who seek.

So, let Your love encompass my weary soul, Let it mend the fragments that feel less whole, For in the union of heart and street, we find, Your divine embrace, the solace we've pined.

God, I need a hug, a touch divine, To heal the wounds that time can't align, In Your loving arms, let me find my place, And be wrapped in the warmth of Your embrace.