When I walk in the crowded street as in the crowded ways of life. Day by day as I go along, passing by a home, where no one is their. I think of the house by the side of the road. A passerby I smile at, the look on there face is that of burden. Let me speak a kind word of good cheer. The wounded is the man who has learned to live. Let me bring him some cool water to drink. Let me be a friend to help carry your load. Let me walk by your side down the road. Let me cheer you, and say have a good day. Tell you how special you are, as we walk along the way. To busy to live in the house by the road. In the rush your falling behind. Their faces beclouded with pain their strength nearly gone. As I walk with the crowd in the road. The crowding of lifes ways. I think, Jesus had neither a house or a home. He walked with the crowd day by day. He continues to walk with us each day. Where in our hearts, He has found a home. As we walk with the crowd on the road crowded in life's ways. He is leading the way step by step, helping to bear your load, along life's road. written by: Paula aka Angel Of Love October 18, 2003