Bus Stop Love

She sits there cold

Her eyes are wet

She's exposing herself

She's no dignity left

Sitting on a sidewalk far from home

Somebody's daughter's been left here alone

"Lord God in heaven

I'm praying to you

Reach out and touch her

Show her the truth

and your love"

He's looking around

With pleading brown eyes

He needs a ride

But I must confide

I'm thinking of home

of the faces I face

So I do not risk sorry

Instead I stay safe

"Lord God in heaven

I'm praying to you

Reach out and touch him

Show him the truth

and your love"

Most days I'm broke

but I find a five

and I'd thrown on my sweater

but the car's warm inside

So these are my gifts

to the pleading brown eyes

and the crying girl who feels

she has nothing left to hide

"Lord God in heaven

I'm praying to you

Reach out and touch us

We all need the truth

and your love"

Penny Fairman

June 2005