My Brothers

You say that you have a concern for my soul

You say that the injustice that you see day to day is of great concern to you

You cry to your God, “Break my heart for what breaks yours!” then you leave your churches and continue on with your week unaffected by your emotional experience at your Palace of worship

You have stepped by me each and every day

All the while I am alone and cold

Give me a blanket and cover my nakedness

Give me soup and fill my stomach

Give me a bed and shelter

I am the bastard of society; the illegitimate son of your apathy

You have ignored me and I feel your eyes turn from me

I am humanity at its best description

My bloodshot eyes and shaking palms are crying out for the love of a savior to be demonstrated in MY life

Will you show me Christ through your actions?

Or will you just be another passerby

“Whatever you have done for the least of these, it is as if you have done it for me.”