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Just Walk on By

By Dunkelheitstieg, Baldwin, FL

See me on the street corner,
But never say a word.
Never offer me, your prayers,
Or just a glance.
Do you know my story,
Why, I’m where I am today?

The doors of the church open,
But no-one turns around.
They already seem to know who it is,
Without even glancing at the door.
I’ll sit in the back,
And leave before the invintation, just so I don’t feel ashamed.
Is this the way it is supposed to be,
Is the way I’m supposed to feel?

Surrond us, on the streets.
But, we never give them a second glance.
They need our prayers, more than anyone else.
The very own people in the church,

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