A boy sits alone
Waiting for a friend
Someone he can play with
Someone to hold his hand.
A girl in the hall
Rushes to get to class
But no one notices
As she pushes past.
A man stands
All alone on the street
Hoping someone will come along
And give him food to eat.
A woman sits on her bed
Aging each day
Wondering why her children
Are so far away.
There are so many lives
That are left untouched
Because we think what we
are doing is "good enough".
It's time we reach out
To the people in need
It's time that we became
His hands and feet.
Jesus called us to love
The broken and afraid
So what will your choice be?
Will you love or walk away?
Jul 24, 2014
Jul 24, 2014 at 10:34 AM UTC
A boy sits alone
Waiting for a friend
Someone he can play with
Someone to hold his hand.
A girl in the hall
Rushes to get to class
But no one notices
As she pushes past.
A man stands
All alone on the street
Hoping someone will come along
And give him food to eat.
A woman sits on her bed
Aging each day
Wondering why her children
Are so far away.
There are so many lives
That are left untouched
Because we think what we
are doing is "good enough".
It's time we reach out
To the people in need
It's time that we became
His hands and feet.
Jesus called us to love
The broken and afraid
So what will your choice be?
Will you love or walk away?
