Every day
People are in danger!
“Every Day”
People are Hungry!
“Every Day”
People are dying
In some kind of way
UN necessarily!
“Every Day”
Some are homeless
Some are rich
For some it’s sickness
For some it’s a bitch!
I look right at it and wonder why?
It has to be this way?
Why are there those who prosper?
And those who suffer?
“Every Day”
Why is there no happy medium?
Why does it have to remain this way?
“Every Day”
Bob Jenkens
I did Drywall work for St Mary's church at the lakes (Which I was attending). one of the office's belonged to Father Joseph Krupp.
Father Joe called me one day from out of no where asked me to do the work. I shared stories with him while I spent several weeks there. I enjoyed having lunch with the Father listened to his stories. Examining them to try and figure out why I've been asked to do this.
Thinking back to when I had ben asked to take part in a play at Sacred heart church in Hudson Michigan. I did well at maintaining eye contact with the whole congregation. After word at confession I confessed to the Father that I felt guilty. "I use to do a morning show on a radio station. I use to do food drives and fill rental trucks with food for shelters". I was in the public eye and I felt it was my purpose in life to help poor people. "I'm a poor person (I told the father) now it's like I'm just hiding working as a roofer". Why did you get up there and read? he asked me. Because they asked me to I replied. He told me if God wanted me on the radio I would be on the radio. He instructed me Just do what God asks you to do. When Father Joe called and asked me to do some work at the church It's like it was God directly asking me. Of course I said yes. Between primer coats and paint in Father Joe's office I wrote...
The sign of the cross
Square pegs don't turn
prayers hope and faith
into round about dreams
Hold true on to you
The Father Son and Holy Spirit
I wonder if it's bled through the paint.
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