Hands, brown and
gnarly, comb ‘cross bald head
Rolls of wrinkles top
his brow
Ruddy skin, marked
with ink
Bloodshot eyes filled
with tears
Back bent with burden
Liquor stole his
children, his woman, and almost his life
Wounded and weary
But here’s a chance
at renewal, a chance to live – and love
Will he take it?
“Jesus went through all the towns and villages, teaching in
their synagogues, proclaiming the good news of the kingdom and healing every
disease and sickness. When he saw the crowds, he had compassion on
them, because they were harassed and helpless, like sheep without a
shepherd. Then he said to his
disciples, ‘The harvest is plentiful but the
workers are few.’” Matthew 9:35-37 (NIV)
“Lord, give me compassionate eyes like Yours.”
by joyce hague
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