ON THE ROAD TO JERICHO
All of us know of the parable of the road to Jericho,
Of the man robbed and left for dead, so it is told,
Many people rode or walked past, did they care?
Was there no compassion in any heart out there?
It was an outsider who helped not one of the fold,
A Samaritan, an outcast but had a heart of gold.
The true compassion of the Master was in his heart
And was willing to go out of his way to do his part.
Now in today’s society, who would these people be?
Busy members of the church with the great responsibility
Of emulating the Master and so always doing His will,
Rushing off to a meeting, no time a good deed to fill,
Then a member of a motor bike gang helps them out,
He is more Christ-like just then without any doubt,
Sweet compassion comes from those emulating His ways,
So never let us be too busy with compassion to gaze.
Stretch out a loving, helping hand, travel the next mile
On the road to Jericho, stop and heal and stay for awhile,
Mend a broken heart and try and heal a sin-sick mind,
And the compassion of the Master you will surely find.
(Millicent) Ann Margetson 24 April 2006