He looks at the weary old dog, she served him well, was a companion for many years, and always a friend, watched over the children, was wary of strangers, and wasn’t afriad to growl when necessary. attentive, she is old now, her limbs are not the same, as you get old they wear out, limps mostly, but he has an extra cushion for her near the fire, she will live out her days with honour and care.
Solomom sighed, so many old and lonely, men and women, out of the spotlight, out of mind, same as those news stories, once the channel changes, quickly forgotten. The leaders of the world, had they a conscience, they will complain when their dinner is cold, send back the slightly over cooked beef, make a big show of whose boss, while leaving so many elderly, many whose pensions were stolen by their friends, to their own fate. 25 trillion off shore, there has to be a remedy for this.
Solomon encountered the “Spirit”, the heavenly help, had the words, was told to write. So many old hungry and tired, so many economies stolen from, while the off shore havens, bag the cash, the diva’s worry about their make up, the voices sound off about all that is wrong, speak of their love for Jesus, well, it was time to show it, amen.
Solomon recalled scripture, when did you know me Jesus said,
“when you took care of those less forunate than yourselves, those in need, when you were compassionate, that is when I Know who you are….”