The Hand
The streets were lonely
no friends, no family.
The cold of the day,
the cold of the night.
I just wanted to feel warmth,
and maybe a hand.
Alone on the streets,
the loneliness, the wanting...
lots of tears.
And so it was for the stranger
of the streets.
The person had no one
to accept, reach out
and at least take their hand.
Total darkness came upon
them that night,
not even a street lamp
to send it's warmth.
When what appeared
a soft glowing light.
Halo.....they could
not tell.
But the stranger of the
street reached up
and took the hand
reaching out for them.
And a warming took
effect.....first within.
The stranger was
given the hand
of Gods special
Angel that night.
Even when all seems
empty of answers
there is One...
And He will
never turn away.
Robert
H. Green
Copyright 1999
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