For The Grace Of God Go I Poem by Linda Hill

Homeless man in the street...ragged and alone..
Hoping for a handout before the day is gone.
Cold and shivering..not even a coat to wear..
People snicker behind his back..no one to care.
I watch him wander around, a tear in his eye..
But for the grace of God go I.....

Little girl in her room... scared and crying..
Her mama's in the other room sick and dying.
Tears fall...despair and fear....bottled inside..
Everything is coming out..all she tried to hide.
I watch with saddness as she tells her mama goodbye..
But for the grace of God go I.....

Saw a man in town just the other day...
Sitting in a wheelchair..not much to say.
Bitterness etched on his face..heart made of stone..
Hate living deep inside...He don't want to go on.
The macho man inside him won't let him cry..
But for the grace of God go I.....

Man across the street...lost his precious wife..
Gun at his head...ready to take his life.
He's lost everything..even the will to live..
All hope has gone out of him...nothing left to give.
Blood spills the walls..too late to cry...
But for the grace of God go I....

© Linda Hill