Man on the street corner with a
tin cup in his hand-
Hoping for a handout- for someone
to understand.
Once a man with a lot to live
for ...a twinkle in his eye-
Now all he has are the memories -
that make a grown man cry.

There is a woman ...she's rocking her
baby...on her cheek a tear-
She has no one to help her - all alone
with helpless fear.
When her baby cry's with hunger and
she has no milk to give-
Who will come to lend a hand - who
will help this infant live?

A little girl sitting in the back seat of
her car - she's afraid again-
Mommy and Daddy are in the front
seat fighting - will it ever end?
Is she too blame...a tiny tear falls
as she clutches her doll so tight-
Oh Mommy and Daddy - Please stop!
I get scared when you fight!

These people are like you and I ..they
are our fellowman-
Can't we have compassion in our heart's..
and do what we can?
Help your neighbor down the street -
Help that lonely soul,
For the grace of God it could be YOU-
Give them a hand to hold.

© Linda Hill 2002