Twenty-First Time

Nowhere to live, nowhere to fall
he used to have money, but he’s wasted it all.
His face is a photograph burned in my mind,
but I pretend not to see him for the twenty-first time

He sleeps under stars, that’s all he can afford
His blanket's an old coat he’s had since the war
He stands on the corner of Carter and Vine
But I pretend not to see him for the twenty-first time

He may be a drifter, he’s grown old and gray
But what if he’s Jesus and I walk away?
I say I’m the body and drink of the wine
but I pretend not to see him for the twenty-first time

She’s twenty-nine but she feels forty-eight
She can’t raise three kids on minimum wage
She’s cryin’ in back of the welfare line
but I pretend not to see her for the twenty-first time

She may be a stranger tryin’ to get through the day
but what if it’s Jesus and i walk away?
I say I’m the body and drink of the wine
but I pretend not to see her for the twenty-first time

This is a call for a change in my heart
I realize that I've not been doin’ my part
when I needed a Savior, I found it in Him
He gave to me, now I’ll give back to them

Drifter or stranger, father or son
I’ll look for Jesus in every one
’cause I am the body and drink of the wine
and I’m thankful there’s more than the twenty-first time
~Monk & Neagle

This song has been smacking me in the face for the past few days. How often do I pass someone on the street and think I'm better than them or thank the Lord that I'm not in their position? Don't lie, you do it too! It's called being human. We do it on mission trips too. We see someone that obviously needs some light in their lives, but we just walk by them because they are rough looking or they're standing by a creepy house or are in a broken down car. Is the old man with a cane that's standing under a tree, wearing clothes that look like they've never been washed really any worse off than me?

As Estonia grows closer (5 days to be exact), I keep finding myself praying for rough situations and brokenness. I rely on the promise of where there is brokenness, God heals.

SO much to do, so very little time! I love you all more than you know!
Forever His,
EmilyJo