I ran down the windy streets
Trying to find one store open
'Twas Chirtmas Eve
And Mama is sick.
She might meet Jesus tonight
She must look good

No Stores are open and I turn to walk home
When in front of me..
Is a man,A homeless man
He asks for my story and I tell him.
He listend content..Waits then hands me his scarf.
although ragged and dirty
I rejoice and hugg the man.
and say “Let God shine down on you” and turn to run

That night Mama died,
A white light appeared
a Man took Mama away with him.
He looked familar
It wa the man from the alley.
It twas God I talked to....

* A little stupid...But this is how I’m feeling......Don’t ask!*
By:Gabby