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You know, if you ain’t poor, you might think it’s the folks in them big ole fine brick churches that’s doin all the carin and the prayin. I wish you coulda seen all them little circles a’homeless folks with their heads bowed and their eyes closed, whisperin what was on their hearts. Seemed like they didn’t have nothin to give, but they was givin what they had, taken the time to knock on God’s front door and ask Him to heal this woman that loved them.
