I stand at the end of the cashier's line .
I look around .
I see a teenager with a shaved head
And nose rings looking through the snack foods ,
A young professional buying one steak ,
A few twigs of asparagus
And a can of sweet potatoes
And an old elderly woman pondering
Just peaches and strawberries
Because she can afford them .
I know God knows all their names .
They are all worthy of his individual attention and love .
I know these people to .
I am just one person
But I do try to help them all
The best I can
For they all may help me some day .
With love in their heart
Just like little old me and God .
By Brock
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