The Stranger And Me Poem by Marsha Youree

A stranger approached me this morning
As I was greeting another day,
He looked hungry and tired
In almost a begger's way.

He spoke of loss and hunger
and things I didn't want to know,
His family was all gone
he had no place to go.

He spoke so softly and held out his hand
Can you spare a few dollars to a hungry old man,
and leave me your number
I'll pay you back when I can.

He was just like a small child
In that grocery store,
He would pick something out
and then ask for more.

I will never forget as he went on his way
He too, gave me something, I can never repay,
I got the chance to do something good
A chance to show God's Love to the misunderstood.

I got the chance to help someone in need
To show I cared when no one else would,
A chance to be kind
To do a good deed

I'll always be grateful to this man in rags
For I spread God's Love in a few grocery bags,
This time it was me, the one who had more
When that hungry old stranger showed up at my door.

I am no Angel, though someday I'll be
I did nothing special, I'm just being me,
and this stranger, who I could have passed by
For an hour set free, an Angel to fly.

When my life has ended
You'll see from this special day
My life was much more fruitful
Because I did it my Savior's way...