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The Least of These My Brethren


Nights long and so cold
Teeth chattering, tears flowing
Prayers being said, without apparent answers
Days filled with hunger
Desperate eyes
Fear, loneliness
Clothes filthy and tattered
Looks of disgust from their fellow men
Begging for money to feed themselves
Or their families
Shame engulfs them
Every time they put out a hand
Gratitude fills their hearts
For every coin received
Aimlessly walking through this world
Grieving for their past
Lives gone terribly wrong
They cry and no one hears
They hurt and no one sees
They freeze to death
They starve to death
Doesn’t anyone care?
Some are war heroes
Some are cowards
Some are lost
Some not wanting to be found
Some are addicts
Some alcoholics
Some mentally ill
Some are Saints
Some are sinners
All are our brothers and and sisters in Christ
There but for the Grace of God we go
And who knows?
That last homeless one you passed on the street
May have been Jesus
Asking for food
Just as he did the widow
And remember Matthew 25:40
"And the king answered, in as much as you have done to the least of these my brethen, you have done it to me."

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