June 1990

 

see that man standing there

hunched and looking ragged

he has no mind to call his own

no thought to light his eyes

just dark shadow about him draped

preventing life from living

see him

I have no liking for him

he runs counter to all I love

his ignorance destroys my joy

and I cannot stand him

 

and then it hits  me

always late

that the Saviour whose I am

died for him as well