A True Story of a Helping Hand
One night a young man appeared at my door,
It seemed he had troubles I couldn't ignore.
Some water and a phone call was all he asked for,
Yet somewhat reluctant, I opened the door.
As I listened, he told me a little about his life,
And I could plainly see, there had been much strife.
Well, I thought to myself, now there must be something there,
That the Lord could use in His service down here.
I told him it appeared that his life needed a change,
And it was God who knew how his life to re-arrange.
So, I fed him and sent him on his way home,
Then I prayed for this young man, that night, after he was gone.
Later, my husband told me of the fear that he felt,
That I had opened the door to a man so unkept,
How today, this is just something we should never do,
Even though God says,"Do unto others as you would have them do unto you."
Oh! What has this world come to, when in Gods word we are told,
To help those in need and are hungry and cold?
Must we now be afraid to lend a helping hand,
Unaware that some might be angels wanting to be a welcomed friend?
Now, I don't know if I'll ever hear again from this man,
But I was willing to lend him, my helping hand,
Just to share what I had, and one thing more,
A way that his young life could again be restored.
Yes, I guess we must now be afraid to lend a helping hand,
Unaware that some might be angels, never to pass our way again.
Copyright © Avis Bailey | Year Posted 2012
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