Driving down these dusty roads, midst trash that's thrown away;
I failed to find the beauty there, on my first Kenyan day.
Because of how I’ve learned to think, my eyes could just not see;
The blessings of this simple life; the grace in poverty.
A simple trip to town to buy, some very needed wares;
Was nough to take my breath away, amid the friendly stares.
There seems to be no order in what’s moving all about you;
No guiding signs on streets or walls, to show what one must do.
To cross a street was quite a risk, not knowing where to be;
No flashing lights or beeping sounds for my security.
How did they know what to do, amidst this bustling street;
Without running over folks, or stepping on their feet?
But when I looked to my surprise;
I could see what made them wise,The simple secret to their grace;
Was looking in each other’s face!
So I could rest, enjoy the day, I now knew what to do;
Look your neighbor in the eye; they’ll be no fooling you.
Don’t put your faith in beeping sounds nor trust in light or sign;
Try and see each other’s face, for that was God’s design!
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