With God Beside Me
I was walking down the street,
walking, while staring at my feet
afraid at what I might look
even if it was a glance I took
somebody screamed, somebody hushed,
someone’s voice was simply crushed..
all these, but I did not dare see
I feared at the mere thought of what it could be
“I do not recognize, I do not understand,
this must not be how God had it planned..”
I heard a voice beside me, walking
I wondered how could He be watching..
“what has become of the beautiful thing God made..”
sighing, “I am a stranger here myself”, God said..