


The little boy on the left is our little tent boy or teepee boy. He likes walking around with this here his little costume.
Poverty is so hard to see
When it’s only on your tv
and twenty miles across town
Where we’re all living so good
That we moved out of Jesus’ neighborhood
Where he’s hungry and not feeling so good
From going through our trash He says,
more than just your cash and coin
I want your time, I want your voice
I want the things you just can’t give me
So what must we do Here in the west
we want to follow you
We speak the language and we keep all the rules
Even a few we made up
Come on and follow me
But sell your house, sell your suv
Sell your stocks, sell your security
And give it to the poor
What is this, hey what’s the deal
I don’t sleep around and i don’t steal
I want the things you just can’t give me
Because what you do to the least of these
My brother’s, you have done it to me
Because I want the things you just can’t give me
For the members of our Supreme Court, that as we observe the anniversary of the legalization of abortion, God might move their hearts with love for the unborn child, for parents whose souls have been wounded by abortion, let us pray to the Lord.
R. Lord, hear our prayer
For those who have grown very old, that we might cherish them for their wisdom, and guard them as the infinite treasures they are, we pray to the Lord.
R. Lord, hear our prayer
For doctors, who in their practice abort unborn children: that God might give them the grace to turn from sin and remember the Gospel, we pray to the Lord.
R. Lord, hear our prayer
For pregnant teens: that they might receive the grace they need to love and protect the child God has placed in their care, we pray to the Lord.
R. Lord, hear our prayer