It started like any other new day
as I travelled along my dusty way,
when suddenly, attacks comes from every side
inflicting injury and pain, nowhere to hide.
Left to die alone in a ditch,
no one stopping, despite my pitch
too busy to show that they care,
their priorities are laid bare.
Then a stranger to my broken heart, stops to help
a Samaritan giving, despite the fear he felt,
wounds from our history's past
no barrier for him to cast.
Interrupts my pain and I start to think,
my hatred and pride begin to shrink,
receiving love from a true neighbor
guides my heart to a loving Saviour.
In my travels who can I give more too?
instead of sitting in the safety of my pew,
giving love should have no restrictions,
we should look past all hurts and frictions.
Luke 10:36-37 Which of these three, do you think, proved to be a neighbor to the man who fell among the robbers?" He said, "The one who showed him mercy." And Jesus said to him, "You go, and do likewise."