Outreach Hope John 3:16's Winter Outreach on the way!

Just want to give honor to Father God, for all that he has provided for Outreach "Hope" John 3:16's Winter Outreach.  I did not have a doubt that he would not.  It is his will for us to help those that are less fortunate, and we have to have him in the midst of it or it will not work.   Here are some pictures of items he blessed us with, to be a blessing to the less fortunate.

Proverbs 3:27

Withhold not good from them to whom it is due, when it is in the power of thine hand to do it

Homeless - A Poem

Homelessness is a major problem across the world. We cannot afford to judge people on the streets if we have not had the misfortune to walk in their shoes.

She huddled in the bus shelter, chilled to the bone So far away from home and completely alone
The people in their houses so warm and dry That's when it all seemed so clear and she started to cry.

Life can throw some pretty low blows, On a wet face a tear never shows Lonely for some attention and love Sometimes asking why? From God up above.

Dwellings across the street warm and inviting, The cold in her ungloved hands now biting She guessed it must be dinner time. Through the double glazing it looked like a happy mime Inside a famlly sitting down, Mum kissing children, Dad acting the clown

So desperate for a hot bath and a filling meal.  Lost for a moment in a dream of how good that would feel For her, damp feet had lost all their feeling.

Thoughts of a warm bed for one night so appealing Do the people in those homes appreciate what they've got?  They don't understand her plight, so probably not. A life on the street could throw you some knocks Dark, sinister strangers, made your heart wear a lock.

No one knew how her sodden clothes felt.  A day with overcast skies from where freezing rain pelts
She couldn't go back to her childhood home That's where danger, abuse and violence still roam.

The homes opposite with curtains still open wide Made her think of better days when she still had some pride.  Now to beg for change was a daily chore.  The people out shopping had so much more.

Some swore and said words she could not repeat.  Others hurried by or crossed the street.  The ones with eyes that looked straight through, Unknowingly inflicted a pain only she knew.  Maybe they were embarassed with feelings unclear But to become invisible was her greatest fear.  Tonight insulated with newspapers salvaged from a bin, She hopes for the better life tomorrow might bring

Now she bravely wipes away tears Closes her eyes and silences fears Somehow with returning inner strength She softly cajoles herself at some length.  This homeless person on this rainy night must cope As for her there's not the luxury of giving up hope.