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.