Born of Man and Woman But He Sure Ain't Got no Mom and DadI went to do some business and I seen a boy in town
He looked so small and lonesome and there weren't no other kids around
And I wondered at his clothing, and I wondered at his hair,
And I wondered if he had a Mom and Dad at all to care
Would he go home this evening to supper that is hot,
Fried chicken in the skillet and potatoes in the pot
Will they sit around the table and give thanks to God above
Will he know the peace and comfort that comes from a home of love
Are there clean sheets on his single bed and fresh towels by the door
Will there be cookies in the jar when he gets home at four
Or is the TV blaring and not a soul around
While Mom is at the Social Club till all her sorrows drown
Is Father gone but not forgot by those who bear the shame
Does Mom sit home with bitter tears and a heart that casts the blame
Will he dine on cold spaghetti left or will he eat at all
Before he slips in solitude to his bedroom down the hall
Will he curl up in his unmade bed and cry himself to sleep
(the world is full of sorrows and it comforts one to weep)
Will he go to school tomorrow still dressed in clothes of yesterday
Will the other children laugh at him when they go outside to play
It hurts to be an outcast, it hurts to be alone
But he will find a friend alright, some one to call his own
His friend might be a little pill that makes him feel just fine
Or maybe he will take the path of cigarettes and wine
The path that leads to Sheol, where all of sorrows start
True liquor is a friend for life till mind and soul do part
Or will he find a friend like you or I to take his hand
To lead him down the stalwart path to learn to be a man
To tell him of the sacred Hope, God has for you and I
How Jesus came to give his life that we might never die
To show him of a better way by helping him along
To be a friend that makes him feel he really does belong
Some one to share his sorrows with, to share his hope and dreams
Some one to show an interest in his plans and little schemes
Some one to be there for him when he feels so all alone
Some one to send a Birthday card or call him on the phone
Some one to turn his life around before his chances end
To bring a lost sheep to the fold, Will You Be That Friend?
H Raymond 2000 (ought naught)
