This voice in my head is telling me go,
without question, I go.
I go to the Bayfront to do my walking.
So many people enjoying
the beautiful view of the Bay,
when far away my eyes are drawn to this man;
Why this man?
There are many steps that take you down to
the sand and sea where I see this man; I wave to him to get
his attention; he was the only one to turn and look up at me.
Without hesitation he climbed these steps to come to me.
I give him a few dollars and asked him, "why are you here
with your suitcase?"
His eyes looked at me with so much sadness and tells me
that he had lost his father several months ago and his
brother weeks ago. I gather that he had lost the
will to support himself.
I shared the gospel with him. With our conversion I gathered
that he knew the Lord Jesus but had lost his way.
He seemed so humble and appreciated my talking to him.
I say to him to tell his companions and others about our
Savior; the Lord Jesus.
Is this why I was sent there to bring him back to
The One who loves us; to the One that will never
leave us nor forsake us?
He says,"I will do what you are doing."
He thanked me with a big smile and hurried back
to his companions.
But why me Lord; why choose me?
by Yolanda Hardin
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- Published: December 6th, 2015 14:28
- Comment from author about the poem: This encounter happen 11 yrs. ago.
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