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