Why did that person cross my path
Who seemed to need to chat?And the one with a teary eye,
What did You mean by that?
Was there some purpose in the chance
That led across my way,
The little dog that slipped its leash
And then wandered astray?
So many people cross my path
As I move through each day
And often I pause, wondering,
If You sent them my way.
So I try to be extra kind,
Offer a cheery smile,
To those who cross, by chance or plan,
My pathway for a while.
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