The Trio

The Trio Sitting in your wheel chair – no one caught your eye; Your posture saying – so alone - leave me here to die; Meeting the pain, the loneliness, living in your face – Cold despair gripping your soul – no one could erase. Wandering on the city streets – calling sidewalks your home; A heavy pack upon your back – everything you owned; But at the end of a ragged rope lease, a puppy that you found - Two abandoned wanderers resting on the ground. Begging on the city streets – hunger in your hands; The doorways, your cradle – you could hardly stand; Finding you a shelter – maybe money for a meal – A smile, a word, reaching out - shattering this daily ordeal. Knowing in this world many people face each day alone; Living in shacks, in shelters – living in senior homes; Just too many folks for these two hands to reach But touching each and every one - remembering them in prayer. Always remembering to pray for you – Lord, don’t let me forget – Haunted souls touching my heart – pain that I have met; Always remembering to pray for you – the ones with nobody else; I can’t change the road you walk, but I’ll remember you in my prayer. I can’t change the road you walk, but, I’ll remember you in my prayer. Dedicated to the three people who changed my prayer life.