Man By The Road

Man by the Road

If I were the man by the side of the road Who watches the world go by,
I’d stop every man with a frown on his face And ask him the reason why.

I’d stop everyone with sad, weary eyes
And find out what made him so;
I’d point out to each the Christ on the cross And help him His love to know.

I do not live by the side of the road
Where the race of man passes on;
But I meet them each day on the path of life Those wanderers far from home.

You don’t have to live in a house by the road To scatter the sunshine of love;
But wherever you live, if a man asks the way, Just point him to heaven above.