As I stand here in
The Red Cross line
 
I think it’s about 9.00 
In the am, wondering 
How can I donate

When all I have is my time

I pray to you dear Lord 
To show me what can I do

When all I have is my time

And a kind word or two
I can only imagine the pain
When you’re watching your life’s work 
Going down the ocean’s drain 

And you have lost everything
Except your life yet you can still
Squeeze out a smile 

And choke back the
Tears that lay dormant
In your heart 

Which will manifest itself 
at  another un-opportune time
 
As you gather up your
Life and what’s left of 
Your love ones and your remains 

To be taken to a different
Habitat and forced to start life again

And all I have is my time

I thank the dear Lord
For what I have
Because when you are 
Left with nothing

My tiny house seems 
Like a palace to me 

Which is open to someone 
Who will need to be 

For the lord is teaching 
Me humility 

And to treat you neighbor 
As you would your family