Our firsts... the things that matters
I saw you
I saw you that day
with the same old cart
outside my Saturday laundromat
the sun had burned your skin purple
and shades of red
I rushed past
trading dollars for quarters
didn't take a second glance
to just say Hello
God
help me see the world through your eyes
break my heart with what
breaks yours every time
Sunday came
I was driving on I-95
first thing on my mind ...
I was running late
I went down exit 6B
there you stood with the same old sign
I had no cash
not to give you hope
I didn't look
didn't roll my window down to smile
God
help me see the world through your eyes
what's the point of being on the mountain
if only physical things
must come down?
don't prayers also strike like lightning
giving us a sip of heaven
here on earth
another Wednesday came
I walked out Publix satisfied
sushi, raw yogurt and a banana in hand
for a lunch snack
then I saw you nearby
sheltering your babies with your skirt
I had spent my last dollar
so I swiped a credit card
our hands barely touched
but I sensed you were overwhelmed
rolling a boulder uphill
with every cry your baby made
could've slowed down
even for a minute conversation
asked how you've been?
what's your story?
and just listened
maybe said something
about this eternal hope I've found
when life had left me dry
in the past
God
help us see the world through your eyes
let us not only love to those
who can pay it back
here and now.Heart Call:
When we’re not hospitable or generous, we often miss out on the things that matters—loving people and entertaining angels (Hebrews 13:2).
Because angels don’t walk around with ‘angel’ written on their face, do they?
Have you ignored strangers you meet outside of church, too?
How can you challenge yourself during these everyday moments to be a generous host?
Photo Credits: Freddy Rezvanian.