This was written by Linda Looney Please, do not take without permission

Just Me

If you saw me on the street

You'd probably pass me by

Just another poor woman

Walking the streets of life.

I wear the clothing

Others no longer need

I accept what God sends

I try not to pay any heed.

I have moments I try to fight

When I hate the poverty

Jesus himself wasn't wealthy

I've no desire to be.

Still I'd like a little more

Then to barely get by

I'd like three meals a day

I'd like not to cry.

Yet, I know that it's ok

God is here with me

He'll get me through this trying time

His will I trust indeed.

I may not understand

I know there's a reason I'll see

When God unfolds his plan

In my life for me.

This was written by Linda Looney Please, do not take without permission