I Wasn'T Alone

There on that bench, here in this park Was where I met God, alone in the dark. He wasn’t adorned with riches galore. He was a pauper man, not needing more. He sat with me then, as I was so scared. Just eight years old, and I got lost at the fair. Separated from family, didn’t know where to go I sat on the bench and waited there so. Along came this man, scared of him I was Until he sat next to me, I lost fear because He spoke with a tone and offered a hand, A sign to me that he would understand. I told him my story. He said not to fear. He’d stay with me until family was near. I felt reassured and safe as could be. His warm soft voice, it blanketed me. Then in the distance, my dad had appeared. He was right all along, I had nothing to fear. My dad came up crying and hugged me so tight. I then turned to that man to wish him goodnight. He was there on the bench, I knew it for sure. When I turned my head, he wasn’t there anymore. I looked at my dad and told him of my tale He smiled back at me and fell awfully pale. He said, “Son when you need him, God does appear. It’s not very strange that He was right here. He serves and protects and loves us all much. I believe He was here and gave you His touch.” I was amazed at those words that my father said. I couldn’t wait to go home and pray at my bed. “Dear God up in the Heaven, I thank you, I do. You sent me a savior and that savior was You. You reached to this child, protected this night. You offered him hope and provided light. You took away his fear and made him feel warm. Mostly, Dear God, you kept him from harm. Thank you.”