Fallen Through the Cracks

Fallen Through the Cracks
by Belinda van Rensburg

There he sits, forlornly staring
On the sidewalk all alone;
Wholly hopeless and uncaring -
Nameless, faceless, and unknown.

No hearth nor home to call his own,
No loved ones at his side;
His heart is empty, turned to stone;
He's lost all dignity and pride.

What brought him to this point, I wonder -
Why has he fallen so?
What dark force tore his life asunder -
Is there nowhere he could go?

Did life break him; leave him scarred;
Did he try but fail to cope?
Was survival just too hard;
What made him loose all faith and hope?

Did he loose his job and home
When the market crashed?
Is this why he is forced to roam
The streets and live off smelly trash?

Was it drink which brought him low -
Destroyed his precious life;
Left him without a place to go
Bereft of children and a wife?

There he sits; filthy and staring -
His frame just skin and bones;
Tattered rags are what he's wearing;
They're everything he owns.

So many souls fall through the cracks
And are left behind,
Yet they could all get back on track
When Jesus breaks their chains which bind.

No one is beyond redemption -
No one's too far gone:
God will save without exception
All who believe in Christ, His Son.

© 2008
 
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