There but for the grace of God go I
The eyes see suffering everywhere
The heart wonders how so many can be heartless
Where does the homeless man spend Christmas?
The news tells numbers seeded in bad luck
The greater the numbers, the more bad luck to go around
Some of course are chronically cursed
And some justify this by saying they cursed themselves
If a man is hungry, should we ask why?
If he is cold, should we turn our head away?
The heart breaks to think of these days
Though what can a man do, other than make an extra meal?
Does this man need to eat more than one day a year?
When winter passes, does he not still need shelter?
Can we find a place and a purpose?
Will he be rehabilitated, or will be be cast away as garbage?
The heart looks to society
So many people go through life blinded
Expecting the world to wait for them
Never considering another soul
Is there a place in the world that is not under the rug?
Can disaster be turned into success?
They say that suffering is the common lot to man
Do we not all say “There but for the grace of God go I?”
Did not Christ come to give hope to the least of these?
The heart goes out to those who only Christ is willing to see