He Is not Alone

I know a man who surrenders 

To God for his daily direction 

Before he meets another each day .

Some days he is in distress

Where his tears have washed

His eyes , his throat and his heart .

His life sometimes is spent with sorrow ,

But one great comfort in his sorrow 

Is knowing God is with him .

Where affliction has broken down 

His strength 

And his bones seem wasted away .

In the face of all his foes

And being an object of scorn 

By some neighbors 

And of fear of some family members

And some called friends .

Those who see him in the street 

Will run far away from him .

He sometimes feels 

Like a dead man forgotten 

Like something thrown away 

That is why he surrenders to God each day 

For God will show him the right way 

Because yesterday is not today .

                                     By Brock