Bringing in the harvest…
The Beggar and the King
I was a beggar asking for coins
a poor man that slept in sidewalks
that ate trash and wore dirty rags
My life was miserable and humilliating
my home was a dumspter and few walls
and my possesions were old cans
I used to live alone between rusty pipes
because people felt repulsion on me
until one day you said my name
And suddenly I saw your hand in my chest
and your tears went through my heart
and it tore up in pieces
I felt embarassed of myself and my condition
but you gave me a long hug
and I wept as I never did before
you told me you were looking for me
that my name was in your book
and that you loved me more than anything
I will never forget that day
it’s still in me everytime I see a poor child alone
you gave me a home, a heritage, a treasure and your company
gave me a family, a ministry and friends
I see myself with the suit you gave me
and my eyes can’t conceive it
by grace you gave me a whole new life
Now I go to those streets I used to be
with one mission in my mind
take beggars to your kingdom
no matter the opostion, no matter the consequences
Because I see you in every poor man
and I feel you in every lonely child
I am a servant of the LORD, because he gave me a present I didn’t deserved at all.
By Jose Mario Galindo
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