A family rolling down the road

On nice, expensive "wheels",

Passed a poor, old, tattered, broken man

Who was begging for a meal.

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All eyes managaed to avoid

The ever desperate stare,

Except the small blue eyes in back

Who saw his feet were bare.

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Her forehead wrinkled as confusion

Appeared upon her face,

She could see he was losing hope,

And her heart began to race.

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"Daddy, why don't we stop

And give that guy a hand?

I'm sure he really needs it,

That poor, old, tattered man."

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"Oh, no, my child. Don't be mistaken,

It's his fault he's reached that state,

For that man made his choices

And he alone chose his fate."

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"But Jesus teaches us

To help a man in need,

It will make us better people,

And the hungry it will feed."

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"Oh baby, you can't just go up

To people on the street,

And besides, he's long gone now,

So just sit quiet in your seat."

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And as she looked back out the window

She whispered a silent prayer,

"Oh please, God, please, help that man

and save him from his despair."

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The picture of that man was forever

Instilled into her thoughts,

And the way they left him on the road

Would not soon be forgot.

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Today, that girl is all grown up

And drives herself around,

With canned soup in her glove box,

But He is nowhere to be found.

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And when someone on the side of the road

Is deseperately in need,

She always stops to share her soup

and try, one mouth, to feed.

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If everyone in this world

Would do one simple thing

To help someone who needs it,

Countless miracles we would bring.