You know if you aint poor you might think its the folks in them big ole fine brick churches thats doin all the carin and the prayin. I wish you coulda seen all them little circles ahomeless folks with their heads bowed and their eyes closed whisperin what was on their hearts. Seemed like they didnt have nothin to give but they was givin what they had taken the time to knock on Gods front door and ask Him to heal this woman that loved them.