Walking in Woolies

I'm walking in Woolies
I'm praying to Jesus
Yes I'm walking in Woolies
I'm enjoying my shopping
Nobody else knows I'm here
Feeling the way I do!
I see a man talking
To his little children
Loving them as any daddy will do
Then there's a racket
As an old man is pushing
His trolley into them
And I am thinking
"Father, father what 
Are you going to do?"
He's angry at the old man
He's tossing him onto 
That cold meat fridge
His children are staring
Their eyes are so wide
"What's daddy doing?
Why is he fighting?
With that old man?"
I hear the old woman
Screaming out at him
"Get out of the way kids
Or I'll do it again!"
I don't why I walk up
To the two men fighting
I touch the father's arm gently
I say "What are you doing man?
What are you even thinking?
Think of your little children!
I know you are angry!
You have a right to be!
But aren't you forgetting?
What Jesus would want you to do?
Yes I'm walking in Woolies
I'm trying to mind my own business
But I am called to intervene
I'm walking in Woolies
Praying for everyone in here!