When Jesus walked the dusty roads,
He spoke of little things,
Of lamps and seeds and tiny coins,
The sparrow when it sings.
When we explore our local streets
We see what Jesus saw,
The small and hardly-noticed things -
We’ve seen them all before.
We see the children tired and cold,
We see the man in rags,
We see the woman, old and bent,
Who carries heavy bags.
Like Jesus we can make a change,
Just lend a listening ear,
A smile and friendly word can make
A difference that will cheer.
Don’t think it’s rocket science,
Just be kind to those you meet,
When you offer words of comfort
You bring Jesus to your street.