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My Adaptation of a Christmas Classic

(sing this to the tune of "Let it Snow! Let it Snow! Let it Snow!")

Oh, the weather outside is frightful,
And the heat is so delightful!
I can't imagine having no home...
When it's cold, oh, so cold, yes, it's cold!

It doesn't show signs of warming;
The snow is so disarming.
But for those out there with no home,
It's so cold, way too cold, oh, it's cold!

    When we finally hear God's voice
    Asking us to step outside of ourselves,
    We are being given quite a choice:
    Ignore Him or help His children!

The fire inside is growing,
And it's Jesus' love that's showing.
And all the people out in the cold...
Feel God's love, His precious love, His real love.
            ~ Words by Angela Varela

Nashville: visit Labor of Love on Facebook to help the tent cities' homeless men and women.  I know real people involved in this, so help in confidence.  Also, my church, Grace Chapel, helps the hungry and the homeless and are in need of donations since the number of people in need keeps growing.  In Spring Hill, The Well Food Pantry is running low and is in need of donations to continue serving families in need.

Everyone else: find some local church, shelter, food pantry and help out.  Imagine if everyone with a job gave a dollar ($1) to a local crisis center/food pantry/homeless shelter/church charity... how affordable is that?  And how WELL would we help those in need with that little bit multiplied like that??  I believe that would be WELL-fare.

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