The Homeless Stranger

One day I walked with a homeless stranger
and placed a Bible in his hand.
I gave my sandwich and glass of water.
I told him Jesus understands.

He said, I wander on earth a stranger.
No friends or family of my own.
When I leave this old world of sorrow,
no one will miss me when I'm gone.

Life is a struggle; a weary journey;
The cold winds chill me to the bone.
I do not fit in this world I live in.
No place on earth to call my home."

I kept remembering the homeless stranger
I went to find him one more time.
I found his body, so cold and lifeless
and in his hand these words of rhyme.

"My last request to whoever finds this:
Please carve these words upon my stone.
I'll be a witness to all who read this:
"The homeless Stranger has gone HOME!"