i have almost given up hope, i do not have a home. i don't have money to even get one. every day, is a day of fear, there i have to hunt food, all i wanted were to serve the God. and pray to those in need. even if i forgot my own needs. Life is hard so i ask For Prayer. that i would get a home to go to. a home of worship a home of praise, a home for my child, and a home, for my wife. my entire life have been broken in pieces. moving from friends to family. i can't find a place. when i am poor living in a world, i pray, daily, i worship daily. i wish i could serve the lord even more. God said many years ago, someone will come and change my life. i wish that were true. i believe it is true. many years have gone. and i believe God will reward my patience. i trust in the lord God, the creator of all. i starting to get depressed even if i feel God is close. even if the world hate's me for no reason, all i do is showing love. serving those, who are in need of help, i walk the streets, and looking for those in need, until there is Nothing else i can give, every breath, is a gift, only if other saw the gift we daily breath, for i wish people could see each, equal as thee do toward all of us. may thee God the father, of all creation. be with you, in grace, in peace.