Mr. Malik

 

Once I travelled to a foreign place,
I stood in the streets with my suitcase.
Searching for a place to stay,
On a street corner I started to pray.

It started to rain as people passed by
Not noticing my luggage and I.
Oh Lord where can you be???
“All you have to do is trust in Me!”

A short Indian man approached me out of the blue:
“Are you looking for a room? I’ve got one for you!”

I didn’t have to pay for the room and the bed,
Until I get a job he said.
With money to spare for milk and bread,
So the Lord provided a place to rest my head.
Turkish Street Artist


Written by Louis van Niekerk on the 25 April 2011

A true story of my first day in London.


 

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