She was generous.
But it was to her detriment.
First she gave all her money.
Then she lost her car and then her home.
But still she gave.
She roamed the streets hungry and alone.
But her heart was open to those who needed care.
She passed a girl who needed her shoes.
And a man with no jacket soon would see.
A woman walking who would give him what he needs.
When the deed was done, she walked on by, barefoot and cold but she did not cry.
Her pants, her shirt soon dissapeared.
For everywhere she went, another hand was outstretched.
Walking naked, brave and strong.
The light of the Lord called her home.
For when you give all you have, all that’s left is your soul.