The Unsaved

The Unsaved I watch you from a distance. I see everything you do. Your life is hard, and the world is unkind, mostly, if only at times. I can not help, more than prayer, but do not believe that small... at all. For first hand, I will tell you, I have received; shelter from the cold, food when I was hungry, and a coat when the winter came, and I had to walk outside, among the other lost. I took it and put it on. I wear it still. It has every color... and no color at all. It is the acceptance of His love, and the honest heart to share it, with others... bereft of hope, uncommonly out of place... from only months or, days before. There are maps in the pockets, a never-ending selection ... of creative ways back to Him. Every "one" different, special and unique... just as the ones... the lives they are to touch. You are prayed for; not forgotten or cast aside. We do not have to agree, for that to be true... and free.