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Sitting on a park bench watching the children play
Lost and alone how does he make it through the day
A bottle by his side that’s hidden from eyes that see
Wishing the day would end but no one hears his plea

Homeless by choice and a drunkard by trade
His mind in turmoil and his heart so dismayed
Sad and alone the man’s life needs some reprieve
The man gets up slowly he’s decided to leave

The worry and misery has gotten too much
He misses his children and his wife’s daily touch
They died in a car wreck running from the abuse
His drinking was to blame along with a very short fuse

He walked away from the bench with a tear in his eye
He’s at his wits end so he gives death a try
No one will miss him or at least that’s what he thinks
He’s merely a homeless, beaten down man that drinks

He runs into the street screaming and yelling it’s the end
But before he got hit an Angel God did send
He was knocked to the ground saved by Gods grace
When the shock wore off he recognized the face

The face of the Angel was that of his wife
She was sent at that moment to save the mans life
She told him she forgave him it was part of Gods plan
She said she loved him dearly and would see him again

As fast as she appeared she was gone with the wind
The man broke down crying for the Angel God sent
He realized he was loved the drinking fogged up his mind
He was going through life as though he was blind

At that very moment he got up from the street
Dusting off his clothes he’s no longer in defeat
He threw down the bottle and thanked God above
For sending an Angel the one he did love

So now when he sits to watch the children play
He reads his Bible to help get him through the day
Now God’s by his side and he lets the world see
That God saved a wretch and God heard his plea

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