You never know to whom you are speaking.
It may be an angel or king in disguise.
It may be Elijah or Jesus
And your eyes won’t recognize them,
Your eyes, that is.
But your heart may know them,
S they look through vacant, tired eyes,
With a scraggly beard and moth-eaten coat.
Your words may be the connection of our world to one beyond
Or perhaps a world buried inside the hearer.
They have heard the message that they are worthless to the world.
What worth do you give them?
What gifts do you bring them?
And what happens when you greet them with an open hand and heart?
Each of you will see two different people.
And you have just given both a precious gift.