The Good Samaritan
We call him “Good Samaritan,”
That man without a name,
Who loved his neighbor as himself
And didn’t seek his fame.
He saw a need and went to help
Though others had passed by;
Their good intentions didn’t help
The man about to die.
The good Samaritan knelt down
Upon the dusty road,
With oil and wine he worked to heal
As kindness he bestowed.
When all was done that he could do,
He gave the man his ride
And walked along beside as if
He was the servant-guide.
He reached the town and booked a room
And promised he would pay
Whatever it might cost to cure
The man he’d saved that day.
We see that love costs more than gold –
It calls for time and care,
It means to walk while others ride
If there’s no space to spare.
If you will follow in his steps
And be Christ’s hands and feet,
It’s not convenient, but you’ll find
The rich rewards are sweet.
Christina Joy Hommes