Put a face…on me

Put a face on me, I am not a stranger.

When we meet on the street.

When we meet and don’t greet, or accidentally rub shoulders,

I am not a stranger.

 

When I sit next to you, lost in my thoughts

When I stroll slowly down the street, perhaps too slowly for you,

I am not a stranger.

 

When I am driving my PSV like a maniac, chasing the elusive shilling,

When I forget to return your change, or miss your bus stop,

I am someone’s child…parent…sibling.

I am not a stranger.

 

When you walk past me as I hold a bottle of glue to sniff,

When you judge me by my outward appearance,

When you call me a thief and a vagabond,

I am someone’s child…sibling…not a stranger.

 

When I am driven by my circumstances into poor choices,

When I am handed bitter life lessons,

Still, I am someone’s child. His child.

 

Put His face on me.

I am not a stranger.