A Warm Bed and Meal

When the snow runs
Over the valley like a comb
You may stay with us
And call our house your home

We will give you a meal
Each and every day
And when the leaves return to the trees
We won’t turn you away.


We can be your helping hand
We have many rooms to lend
We will let you into our hearts
And you may be our friend


Some do ask
Why we do the things we do
But when you’re down on your luck
Wouldn’t you want help too?
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