In everyone that comes my way,
A child of God, though dimly drawn.
Then no one, Lord, would be my pawn
To use in any scheme of mine,
However grand, or warped design …
If only, passing on the street,
In every stranger I may meet …
The business man who rushes by,
The homeless one, with downcast eye,
The mother with a child in tow,
The rowdy kids that laughing go,
The actress with her haughty look,
The student with his bag and book …
A child of Thine, I could discern,
The heart in me, O Lord, would burn
To look on each with kind regard,
And not with looks indifferent, hard.
In each, if only I might see
The essence of humanity
And godliness, though blurred the grace;
For all that breathe reflect God’s face.
Oh, let me see with clearer eye –
A child of God just walked on by.
Source: June Cotner, Bedside Prayers: Prayers and Poems for When You Rise and Go to Sleep.
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