...the eyes of the men and women we rescue...
If you really want to see the true meaning of Thanksgiving, you need not look any further than the eyes of the men and women we rescue from the cold. I am both grateful and thankful for all of you who help Murfreesboro Rescue Mission provide lifesaving services to the homeless in our community. You are truly a blessing, and, from our heart to yours, thank you for letting us be your hands and feet to the homeless.
Could this be what Annie Johnson Flint was saying when she penned the poem, “The Worlds Bible”?
Christ has no hands but our hands
To do His work today;
He has no feet but our feet
To lead men in His way;
He has no tongues but our tongues
To tell men how He died;
He has no help but our help
To bring them to His side.
We are the only Bible
The careless world will read;
We are the sinner's Gospel,
We are the scoffer's creed;
We are the Lord's last message,
Given in deed and word;
What if the type is crooked?
What if the print is blurred?
What if our hands are busy
With work other than His?
What if our feet are walking
Where sin's allurement is?
What if our tongues are speaking
Of things His lips would spurn?
How can we hope to help
Him And hasten His return?
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