I create a path treaded by few.
I am the stranger you see standing,
Lonely at every corner.
I am the hungry orphan you see sitting,
Waiting for a kind soul.
I am the widow,
Mourning, praying for hope.
I am the shunned,
Hoping for acceptance.
I am a lover,
Only loved by few.
I am a friend
To the desolate and weak.
I am the tired,
Laid to rest in your home.
I am helped,
As you hand me your coat on a rainy day.
I am the righteous,
Scorned by the wicked.
I am the humble servant who bends down
To wash the feet of my loved ones.
I am the sacrificial lamb,
Who made a path for you.
I am the path,
Only treaded by a few.