He came into our life one day, posing as a beggar.
For all the world to see.
He was scorned at and battered, and called meanful names.
He was called a bum and shunned at, when he
asked for a helping hand.
His tears and pain were silent, for His disappointment
grew. As His children turned their backs on him, and cast
stones about his way.
All seemed to forget His words of when He would return.
What did they expect, for He would give a simple test of
their Christainity.
All he asked for was simple faith, and love for your fellow
man. But somehow this love has died, and selfishness and
greed and thieving reigns.
No wonder, Jesus weeps. I will not let him down, for my love
is very real, and I will help all that I can, for a little bread
goes a mighty distance.
Weep no more my Lord.
Written By:
Donna Le
1/99
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