How rich we feel,
How glad we are
To cover if they lack.
So whether they
Need housed or fed,
We fight to have their back.
—//—
My heart is full,
Our fridge is not.
Our door’s still open wide.
For where He is,
There is enough.
My Jesus, He provides.
—//—
The floors have dirt,
The dishes pile,
More company arrives.
He has made
Our house a home
For any to reside.
—//—
We clear a space,
In house and heart,
And welcome loved ones, new.
The broken, bruised,
And far from peace,
You bring them here for You.
—//—
We’ll do our best,
To love them well,
Remind them You’re not far.
To heal the wounds,
One at a time,
Imperfect, yet, we are.
—//—
“Inadequate”
Has been my name
For my entire life.
But “Freedom, Wholeness,
By His Grace”:
Our anthem til we die.
—//—
A Table with
A piece of bread.
A cup of just one drop.
For from the King
The crumbs, they are
Indeed, enough! A lot!
—//—
How rich, my God,
How glad He is
To cover where we lack.
So whether we
need housed or fed,
Our Father has our back.