On A Homeless Man's Death

A homeless man lay dying
On a bleak and wintry day
People purposely avoided him
As if he was in their way

God’s angels watched in wonder
Surely, someone would care
To help this fellow human
But, they only acted unaware

He had helped a threatened woman
He fought to save her life
And the man that tried to harm her
Attacked the homeless man with his knife

People kept on walking
As tears fell down his face
The life poured from inside him
As he prayed for dying grace

Dear Lord, I tried to save her
I think she got away
Be near me as I die, Lord
Help me Lord, I pray

I’m ready Lord, to meet you
My life’s been filled with strife
I have no home to go to
I’ve had a painful life

I’ve been to Vietnam, Lord
My soul is sad and scarred
And living on the street
Is lonely, cold, and hard

Most people, they reject me
They do not understand
And when I leave this street, Lord
Please hold me in your Hands

Then, The Lord said:

My son, I understand you
I never had a home
I was rejected by my people
I was killed by my very own

I know the pain you’ve gone through
I see that no one cares
People can be greedy
Some don’t like to share

That’s why I came to get you
On this bleak and wintry day
I know your heart’s been lonely
I hear you when you pray

I wanted to make sure
They knew how much you cared
That’s why I chose you, son
To save the life I spared

Now come home, my dear child
Your soul is finally free
I’ve been waiting for you
You’ll spend eternity with me