The Man in the Station
The man in the station sat alone watchin life go by.
I stopped to ask him simply the question of why?
The man in the station said to me why not?
I asked if he knew God and his love for all men?
The man in the station said, I know the Alpha and the Omega.
He asked me the same, and I said why yes and handed him a book.
The man in the station asked if I prayed and if so what did I say?
I told him I prayed that all me would be made to see the light.
The man in the station asked for money and I gave what I could.
I brought him some food and sat down again to talk of heaven.
The Man in the station asked if I gave thanks each day?
I said to him that I did when I had things to be thankful for.
The man in the station said that he felt bad for me.
I asked why would you think that I was in need when I am not.
The man in the station said that I did not know what sorrow was.
And then I knew that he was right in his thought and I was sad.
The man in the station has no roof, food, water, or friends.
I have a home, good food, water and family to cling to.
The man in the station has learned to be content and praise.
I had to ask myself, exactly who was showing heaven to whom.
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