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| THE ORPHAN by Cadi Nobles |
| On a cold and lonely street in a country marred by shame, Shivering in the night was an orphan without name. The pangs of fear the gripped his soul was shown upon his face, Yet somehow in the crime and filth his innocense seemed out of place. He worried about his future, what he'd do when he was grown, He wanted to have friends, but also to be left alone. Life had already dealt him a cruel and fateful blow, Just who to blame and who to curse, the orphan didn't know. For all the tricks that life can play, the cruelest one this must be, To be born with a desire to experience life and not the ability to see. Yes, it was a sad and lowly sight to see him tapping along the street, To watch him trip on obstacles that anyone else could see. And perhaps the worst was how he earned his bread, Our friend had no choice but to cry and beg. The days turned to years and the boy became a man, But still he was begging food from a stranger's hand. The innocense gone, now his face had grown cold. The fears he once showed, he had learned how to hold. Then one day a crowd gathered in the street, He could hear lots of voices and the pounding of feet. He could not see the sights but a voice he hears, proclaiming the Savior was finally here. He listened intently as the feet stopped their drumming, He felt in his soul that a stranger was coming. He called out, "Oh, Lord, have mercy on me, "Make these tired eyes be able to see." The Master had compassion and spoke, "It be done." Then the blind man could see the light of the Son. And though all his life had been hard and alone, This is one thing that I would want known. There's many a person that would have gladly taken his place, For the first thing he saw, was the Savior's kind face. |
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