THE UNKNOWN STRANGER
THE UNKNOWN STRANGER
He sits alone on the bench
Looking out onto the street
Strange faces pass him by
Not one has time for him today.
As the wind blows around him
This seat is so uncomfortable
Footsteps quickly pass him by
Not one pauses for him today.
This day turns into the night
Merry souls stagger passing by
To frightened to shut his eyes
No one cares where he sleeps.
A man the world once respected
Now a soul forgotten in time
His face now goes unrecognised
No one seems to have time for him.
As the sun now begins to rise
Here alone he eternally sleeps
Folk clickbait as he's carried away
That man they daily passed by.
He is alone in death as in life
Strange faces file past his grave
Wrapped up in their own reflections
For a stranger they had no time for.
For our God who loves a try'er
He loves the one we call a stranger
The kindness and grace of a saviour
Through every passing hour.
©️Sarah Joy Holden
The parable of the good Samaritan -
Luke 10:25-37 (niv bible)

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