Millions impoverished and dying today
I quickly turn the news
I simply can't help them all,
but I'll say a prayer from this pew.
In this city many sleep
without a roof over their head.
But instead of getting a free meal
shouldn't they get a job instead?
Most of my neighbors, they don't love you.
They live life their own way.
You need convict them, set them straight.
I'll tell them to go to church Sunday.
This lady I work next to,
her husband died last year.
I've often wanted to offer help,
but the awkwardness, I fear.
Thank you, God, for loving me
my life is good, it's a fact.
I'm happy I have what they don't.
So what else do I lack?
I read my bible, pray on my knees,
and walked straight down the aisle.
I never smoke or cuss or drink,
and always try to smile.
But looking at the scriptures,
it seems I've got it wrong.
the Father I found so loving
Never knew me all along.
He says with great authority,
"You're forgetting to count the cost.
Why aren't you taking care of my sheep,
The sick, orphaned, widowed, hungry, and lost?"
His next words shatter my whole world
and bring me to my knees.
"My heart is not in sacrifice,
it's with the least of these."
They will also answer, "Lord when did we see you hungry or thirsty or a stranger or needing clothes or sick or in prison, and did not help you? He will reply, "I tell you the truth, whatever you did not do for one of the least of these, you did not do for me." Matthew 25:44-45
