Why do you lie there
Upon the bird littered bench
With only a worn wool blanket
To cover you as in bed?
Have you chosen to be
Amongst these vacant streets
With others much like you
Eating from discards as a feast?
How can you thrive here
Depending on false spirits
For your only hope
And when you run out of it…?
Yet, how can I judge one
When so many times myself
I don’t enter the door
That leads me to health?
Grace is there for us to take
And to think a man in suit
Is any better off than you
Is to miss the point and Truth.
~ Wendy / 2001
For it is by grace you have been saved, through faith – and this not from yourselves, it is the gift of God – not by works, so that no one can boast.
Ephesians 2: 8
All of us have become like one who is unclean, and all our righteous acts are like filthy rags; we all shrivel up like a leaf, and the wind of our sins sweep us away.
Isaiah 64: 6
But thanks be to God, who always leads us in triumphal procession in Christ and through us spreads everywhere the fragrance of the knowledge of him.
2 Corinthians 2: 14
Forgiven and saved by grace,
~ Wendy
