Through the Eyes of a Bus Worker
Through the Eyes of a Bus Worker
Some see a fight, a push, and a shove.
I see a desperate cry for love.
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Some see a brat; he acts so bad.
I see a boy who’s never met his dad.
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Some see the messes and the trouble they give.
I see the poverty and the place where they live.
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Some see a teenager that won't dress right.
I see a girl who has to protect herself at night.
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Some see the disrespect and a smart mouth so loud.
I see a kid who gets made fun of in a crowd.
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Some see a woman who comes just to use.
I see a lady who by a drunken husband is abused.
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Some see a drug addict, withered and worn.
I see a soul that the Lord wants reborn.
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Some see dirt, filth, and snot.
I see a kid who without Jesus, doesn't have a shot.
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Some see a crook, who you don’t trust much.
I see a man who needs the Lord’s touch.
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Some see a bunch of heathen that holler and yell.
I see kids with parents in jail.
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Some see a teenager who gives a lot of flack.
I see a boy whose family is on crack.
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Broken homes, broken lives, those with no hope.
They need compassion and God's grace to cope.
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For every little girl that lies awake hungry at night,
Lord, help me to keep in the fight.
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For every scared boy who sees his mommy get hit,
Lord, help me to be faithful and never to quit.
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For every mama who needs a new start,
Lord, help me to show her how to ask You into her heart.
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For every man on whom sin has a hold,
Lord, help me to make sure the "Old Story" is told.
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The Lord sure has been good to me and mercy He's shown.
Lord, help me to reach out so that others may make Heaven their home.
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May others judge gently when these kids they see.
If not for the grace of God, that's where we'd be.
– By Crystal Buchanan