Angels Unaware
As I sat with my family waiting on light,
dressed in our best and windows rolled tight.
There stood a homeless man just a few feet,
with a sign that read, I need something to eat.
I looked straight ahead, not to catch his stare,
we were late for church, not a minute to spare.
We got to the lot, then soon found our seat,
the songs that we sang sounded so sweet.
The pastor then read from the great old book,
that it is better to have given, more than you took.
Then we all left after receiving our daily bread,
off to a restaurant to make sure we're fed.
As we sat at our table, oh what a spread,
we all held hands and all bowed our heads.
My young son took his turn at saying the grace,
the words that he said left me stoned faced.
"Oh Lord thank you for this food that we are about to eat,
but could you send someone to feed the man on the street."
10/12/18
Copyright © Wren Rushing | Year Posted 2018
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