An Old Drunkard

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