Shopping Cart

I'm driving down the street Taking in the sight & sounds. I see a disturbing sight A family pushing a shopping cart around. Their clothes are dirty They look like they haven't eaten in days. But somehow it doesn't bother them They don't seemed to be fazed. People walked & drove past them As if they weren't there. They acted like, it isn't my problem Why should I care? I wanted to get out my car & offer this family some encouragement. Give them a few bucks So their kids could have some nourishment. I didn't, I kept driving & stopped looking their way. I was like everyone else I didn't care anyway. I started thinking of my own children Could I put them through this? Could we fit all we own in a shopping cart & still live in bliss? Would our pride allow us To ask strangers for change? Would we suffer from culture shock If our lives were that much rearranged. Would we be able to deal with The weather, the hunger, shame? To be amongst the nameless Where no one knows your name. I started to feel bad for this family So I turned my car around. I went to look for them But they were nowhere to be found. I got home & got on my knees & began to pray. I asked God to shine his light on them & give this family better days. I prayed for those 3 children Who looked tired & worn out. I prayed for their mother too Her eyes were so filled with doubt. I prayed for their father Who felt like he failed his family. Who am i to judge them Hell, that could of been me. For some reason that family Stays on my mind. I never saw them again They're just a memory in time. I often wonder what became of them. Did they ever get through this? They are stronger than my family There's no way we could ever do this. When I start thinking life is hard & my world's coming apart. I just think of that family Pushing that Wal-Mart shopping cart.