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