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| THE RAGGED OLD MAN by Cadi Nobles |
| I looked with disgust as the beggar came up, Ragged old man with the rattling cup. I pushed him aside and cursed his breed, Always wanting my gain to ease their need. I went to the office and sat at my desk, Still pondering the cup and that ragged old pest. Probably hadn't worked a day in his life, Didn't claim his family and ran out on his wife. I didn't know his story, but no doubt I was right, He wasn't the only old bum in the night. The streets are full and their stories the same, Just change the faces and often the names. My work progressed and problems pressed in, I forgot the old man and the rattling tin. A million little things needed my care, It seemed I would never escape from there. My effort paid off and the last document signed, The day had expired and at last I resigned. Just relax for the day, I had my rest, Order some wine, tell them the best. In my hurry to get there, I went a little to fast, I saw a bright light and heard a faint crash. In a moment that each of you will one day share, I realized my life was no longer "there." From thinking of wine and just getting home, I suddenly found myself in front of God's throne. I hid my face and covered my eyes, I heard the angels and their fearful cries. An awesome presence was suddenly here, The glory it brought also brought fear. What would the face of the Master look like? Would the pictures in Sunday School turn out to be right? No, certainly not, it would surely be bright, Like some kind of spirit of angelic light. I could wait no longer, it was time, All the expectations rushed through my mind. So, I gathered my courage and raised my head up, I saw a ragged old man with a rattling cup. |
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