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 only Him, perfection see.
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 only Him, perfection see.
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