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They struggled to put some socks on her feet,
Their own hands cold, their own hearts weak,
I knelt to help, not knowing how,
But moved by the gesture I saw just now.
In her face I glimpsed a familiar kind,
Like a grandma from a long-past time,
She wanted to talk, had stories to tell,
She was all alone and her health wasn't well.
I'm lost in her stories and wish I could stay,
How do I turn now and walk away?
Go back to my home where I'm fed and warm,
Praying for God to shield her from harm?
Be with her, God, do not hide Your face...
For the Son of Man to rest had no place,
We wait on You, LORD, and know we will see,
A day for Your justice when we all fall for thee.
