tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4060982.post-939330732003-05-07T08:52:00.000-07:002003-05-07T09:08:09.000-07:00Here is a song I wrote about 20 years ago. <br /> <br /> <b>ANGELS UNAWARES</b> <br /> <br /> I met a man whose name was <br /> I admit that I don't know <br /> He had dirty hair <br /> And his back was bare <br /> He had nothing <br /> <br /> When he looked into my eyes <br /> I quickly turned away <br /> It was plain to see, <br /> He would ask me <br /> For something <br /> <br /> As he slowly came my way <br /> He reached out his hand <br /> But I told him no <br /> That i had to go <br /> Somewhere <br /> <br /> As I walked away I heard someone say <br /> Who is my neighbor? <br /> From deep down inside I heard someone cry <br /> I knew it was my Saviour I knew it was my Saviour <br /> <br /> As I turned to watch him go <br /> My heart was stilled in fear <br /> He was standing there <br /> Then into the air <br /> He disappeared fjd <br /> <br /> This song is based on a true story about a man I helped in L.A. just after I gave my life to the Lord. (1975) The story is too long to retell but his last words were I'll meet you back here at 4 o'clock. I came back and he never showed. (At least not in the flesh). Who knows???? <br /> <br />zuzu@mts.net <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4060982-93933073?l=francisjd.blogspot.com'/></div>Frankhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05273719740523023341noreply@blogger.com