Counting the cracks in the concrete, as I walk
this broken path, trying to put one and one together,
it's more than simple math. Praying to God for guidance,
in the distance I seen a spark, this was the first of many
signs, as I went for a walk in the park.
I was thinking of the spark and what it meant, looking for a connection, stumbled upon a homeless man,
on his face a solemn expression. From the tatter of clothes, length of his beard, chambered lonely cries, I
thought of my prayer, then of the spark, I seen it in his
eys.
Come over here and have a seat, was the first thing
that he said, let me tell you a little about my life, the
burdens I was fed. I started young as a man of God,
turned to one you could not trust, living a life of worldly sins, of alcohol, drugs, and lust.
Then one day out of the blue, most amazing thing happened to me, a woman with wings appeared to me,
I thought it all was a dream. She wanted my hand, I was
scared to death, what did I have to lose, leave this bench
and come with me, from that she said choose.
She knew my problems in life were more than I could
handle, told me of life on this darkened road, God was the
flame upon my candle. Then before my very eyes, she
vanished all I seen was a spark, that's why the Lord put
me here today, to disturb your walk in the park.
`VeepLee
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