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The Stranger


Today I came upon a stranger
whose hands where callosed and torn
His clothes had holes like rags
they smelled dirty and worn.

No one seemed to notice
the place He had come from
they went about their business
like any other day that had come.

But, as He caught my eye
I saw tears sreaming down His face
no one even noticed for He just
seemed out of place.

Then I heard Him speak
His voice sounding like gentle rain
He said look at my hands I died
for you,to erace the filty stains.

rhonda ramsey cash







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