Her Station

As the subway approached eighth street she gathered up her things And soon getting up on her feet to go face in what this life brings When there at the station stood and old man with a handmade sign Saying something about Creation and how prayer is spiritually divine Hannah stepped off to the side for a minute so she could read what it said People all pushing and having a fit all passing him in just looking ahead But there she would stand and now the two were standing there alone As he reached out with his hand in saying "Hello" in a sullen gentle tone She asked him a question or two as another packed subway came in Seeing some of the attention he drew, a new conversation would begin He had an answer for each question and a loving thought behind each And his great love of God's Son gave him this amazing ability to teach Every verse He seemed to know, and just when it needed to be used As later she continued to grow and no longer would feel so confused She didn't get that job she was applying for, but remembered that sign God had something much greater in store, her own lost soul to realign