Walk Your Talk

This is an old one that I wrote: Walk Your Talk There was a man with a scar, named Mac, Who lived in an old broken-down shack. Didn’t have folks to speak of or kin, He would say so now and again. Neither man nor woman for him did care, Much less with him would others share, Abused with words so vile--uncouth, While in town taunted by the youth. They little knew of God’s plan for him… Their Christian views were rather dim. This fellow’s heart in the right place Though below the brow a hideous face. Well aware was Mac, of ugly frowns Sent to him by most folks in town; Thought his stories were a pack of lies, Would have never cared to hear otherwise. A tale of remorse as it should be. Yet also a lesson, if we can but see. Jesus sent to the earth born anew Dying for us so that we may live new, In the fruit of the spirit with love, To walk your talk from heaven above. Then a day came, a sweet little boy Runs into the street for his prize toy. When a car, swiftly bore down upon him. As those around stood frozen of limb. Yet Mac, thought faster to intervene, Rescues him from the speeding machine, Grabbing him out of the vehicle’s path, Losing his life in the grim aftermath. By tiptoe