The Man That Passed My Way Poem by Velmar Pewee Hale Johnson

There was a man so brave, and bold,
I am of his holy fold.
He stands in stature very tall,
but puts himself at the level of us all.
Once he passed my way,
perhaps he'll come again someday.
And if by chance you meet this man,
please give him a helping hand.
You need not worry of how you look,
for perfection is only in story books.
For what you seek can be found,
for what you need is above the clouds.
Everything upon this land,
was gave by God to mortal man.
For what he's done he's gave no grace,
instead the sinners laugh in his face.
So remember God so sweet,
with his ever gentle heart for us our father shall weep.
So don't think of him as hate, stop, think, look up above,
think of God as peace, joy, and love.
Now you know the man that passed my way,
yes he will be back for me, and you someday.