passing or compassion
sleeping for twelve hours half a day gone turning over and over without end wasting hours in what should bring joy but instead brings guilt and regret because i have things to do.
driving down poplar, at kirby a man holds a sign with weathered hands. it reads "homeless" and other things i can't make out, but it doesn't need any words for me to understand.
i curse to myself as i often do because i never have cash and don't have anything to give so i drive pass and quickly ask God for forgiveness. it feels like, and it is, me driving past my Creator Himself.
i tell myself i have too much to do to turn around and get some cash and some cold water for a hot day as i head to spend $5.50 on a cup of coffee that i don't even need.
but then the Lord reminds me of how i took so much time to play my guitar when i knew i had things to do and now i am making excuses when i could go show love to and embrace a brother. so i did it. his name is Bishop, and he is from somewhere in Arkansas. he said some things i couldn't understand, but it all sounded good.
all these people i meet populating these streets -- i can't wait to see them again when all of us finally are in the Home we belong in and there is no more suffering, no more pain, no more thirst. and we are at peace with our Creator.
"Yes, we are of good courage, and we would rather be away from the body and at home with the Lord." - 2 Corinthians 5:8 ESV
♡
~ william
driving down poplar, at kirby a man holds a sign with weathered hands. it reads "homeless" and other things i can't make out, but it doesn't need any words for me to understand.
i curse to myself as i often do because i never have cash and don't have anything to give so i drive pass and quickly ask God for forgiveness. it feels like, and it is, me driving past my Creator Himself.
i tell myself i have too much to do to turn around and get some cash and some cold water for a hot day as i head to spend $5.50 on a cup of coffee that i don't even need.
but then the Lord reminds me of how i took so much time to play my guitar when i knew i had things to do and now i am making excuses when i could go show love to and embrace a brother. so i did it. his name is Bishop, and he is from somewhere in Arkansas. he said some things i couldn't understand, but it all sounded good.
all these people i meet populating these streets -- i can't wait to see them again when all of us finally are in the Home we belong in and there is no more suffering, no more pain, no more thirst. and we are at peace with our Creator.
"Yes, we are of good courage, and we would rather be away from the body and at home with the Lord." - 2 Corinthians 5:8 ESV
♡
~ william
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