My True Journey

I once went on a missionary journey
to the west coast of Africa, the motherland
the experience changed my life forever
and my conception of each and every man

I lived as a homeless person,
working on the street shining shoes
I lived one day of my life
like the less fortunate always do
I experienced the hungers pains and the despair
that they always feel
I learned It's not important what you possess in this world
but are you willing to share your last meal

when I returned back home to America 
the man that I had shined shoes with
asked me to send him only a dictionary
but instead I sent an entire care kit

I was sad in the beginning 
when they told me there were no more missionary slots
but after I prayed to my Lord God
He opened up for me a spot
The Lord God desired that I be
on that missionary tour
for the knowledge that I've brought back 
has benefited me and so many more
I now know not to be quick to judge others
until one can comprehend
you don't know of their circumstances in life
or where they might have been
until you've walked in some else's shoes
only then you will see
that It's not about the things you possess in this word
It's about your spiritual journey
Copyright © | Year Posted 2007

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