Though I'm painted homeless;
But I can't settle for less..

I just couldn't be limited in my audacity,
Reasons I'm not terrified by human brutality;
When I'm sufficient, efficient and tested?
Who goes you restricting me on the street?

I won't be a member of such churches;
Indoctrinated by societies' cultures,
Restricted by human laws;
Just because I've to please the gods.
I've seen those with light
So confused in darkness; why?
The more they try to change;
The more the become their chains.

When I remember where I came from,
Where I was looked upon as hay,
Where I'm needed out of my comfort zone,
And I just couldn't reach out by sited back
Preaching just a word to have them back.
No! I needed to go out to the street.

There I'm now a shelter to the homeless,A hope to the hopeless,
Feedingthe poor and enriching the beggars,
Opening the blind eyes, restoring shattered lives,
Making good religious and society leaders;
Yet it couldn't change me from being Jesus.

Hmm... On the same street I was killed;
But, what'd have happened if I wasn't on the street?

Effi David

[Poem author=Effi David
post=111244527]

Though I'm painted homeless;
But I can't settle for less..

I just couldn't be limited in my audacity,
Reasons I'm not terrified by human brutality;
When I'm sufficient, efficient and tested?
Who goes you restricting me on the street?

I won't be a member of such churches;
Indoctrinated by societies' cultures,
Restricted by human laws;
Just because I've to please the gods.
I've seen those with light
So confused in darkness; why?
The more they try to change;
The more the become their chains.

When I remember where I came from,
Where I was looked upon as hay,
Where I'm needed out of my comfort zone,
And I just couldn't reach out by sited back
Preaching just a word to have them back.
No! I needed to go out to the street.

There I'm now a shelter to the homeless,A hope to the hopeless,
Feedingthe poor and enriching the beggars,
Opening the blind eyes, restoring shattered lives,
Making good religious and society leaders;
Yet it couldn't change me from being Jesus.

Hmm... On the same street I was killed;
But, what'd have happened if I wasn't on the street?

Effi David[/quote]

THE STREET GUY POEM Encourages us that it is enough of being restricted as an evangelist or the carrier of Good News, enough of wallowing in darkness as the Light of the World, because someone has already set a pace of a great leadership for us to follow. So, we should therefore be submissive, humble and obedience enough to learn from him.

Because what we think we are running away from the street also awaits us in the church. Souls on the street are also very precious to God.