Bus Stop
A blow to the face at a bus stop while headed to work one day Fractures, fear, screams in the dark, surgery, hospital stay I forgive him. This was his crime, but could it also be Dumb to wait there all alone? Was I foolish and naive? Some well-intentioned chided, "You shouldn't have been there!" Ashamed and angry, my heart pondered words they meant to care. A newcomer to this land , I wanted to impress Them as capable and fluent. Now my pride in tattered dress. Gracious words soothed my heart, " Christ died for your foolishness too ." We've all been foolish. How many times has God protected you? How often do I unwisely speak or hold bitterness towards a friend? My own true sins, against my God, deserve hell that never ends. I look to Christ, crucified for no foolishness of His own, To forgive and free from sin and guilt. We worship Him alone . A blow to the face at a bus stop, God's mercy poured on me To point me to the Savior. In ...