He was sitting on a New York corner begging, in the hot July sun;
People kept on walking by……..help……they gave him none.
He was awfully haggard looking, nothing but skin and bones;
What a sad life it must be, to be so all alone.

He was saying: “Please, won’t someone help me, for I have not eaten in days?”
People just ignored him, as they went about their way.
“Please, enough for a sandwich and maybe a little slice of pie”;
He sat there begging on a New York corner, with teardrops in his’ eyes.

I thought: how could all those people walk on by and ignore a brother’s plea?
What if I called out to God, and He ignored me!
Oh how would it hurt, and how lost would I feel;
If God did not answer me, as if I were not real.

I wondered what our Heavenly Father must think about the way we treat each other;
For did He not tell us that we are to love and help one another?
Here sits a poor ole soul begging, and no one pays him any attention;
Don’t think that when they face God someday, that this won’t be mentioned.

I walked over to him and said, “come, let’s go get something to eat”;
With trembling hands and shaky legs, he got up on his’ feet.
We sat there in a restaurant eating, not a word did he say;
When he finished his last bit of pie, he solemnly looked my way.

“For about a week now I’ve been sitting on that corner, as people walked on by and stared;
I was losing my faith in mankind…..wondering…..if there was anyone left who cared.
There is hope yet for this world, as-long-as someone like you takes the time;
Sitting before me at a New York restaurant was and angel, sent by The Holy Vine.

“The Father of us all sent me, to see if I could find one among you who still cared;
Sitting on a New York corner my hope slowly dwindling, then suddenly you were there.
I was beginning to wonder if Christ died for nothing, if all mankind was lost;
But the Father told me if there was even one, then it was worth the cost”. His Servant

Pat Finn Pat@answers2prayer.org