His clothes all tattered, his hair unkept
His beard untrimmed and turning gray
Do you look in his eyes and give him a smile
Or do you just look the other way?
Do you wonder why he lives this way
Or why his life had fallen apart
Do you scowl at him with disgust
Instead of looking in his heart?
Do you feel his hunger and his pain
Do you offer him a meal or a warm , dry place to sleep
Do you pray with him before you leave
To the Lord for his soul to keep?
Please take a minute, hold his hand
And let him know you care
And remind yourself, There but for the Grace of God
You could be standing there.
Written by sftbrz
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