Standing at the door

 

 

There comes a man knocking on the door

His poor fragile body is ever so worn

He hasn’t had a meal for over two days

Some nourishment could send him on his way

 

We fed him some dinner to make everything right

We let him sleep on our sofa that night

In the morning he showered and was ready to go

When he left our house his face was a glow

 

He thanked us as he cried out loud

We knew right then this man was so proud

To have to ask a stranger was hard on the soul

But his body was now back to a whole

 

We haven’t seen the man since he left that day

We know god is leading him the right way

If we all help those who are in need

God will definitely reward us for doing a good deed


Comments:
 
notjustagranny   notjustagranny wrote
on 1/21/2010 12:10:01 PM
lovely!!! a stranger is just a friend we have not yet met!

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