The Least of These

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The Least Of These

 

I am hungry, will you feed me?

I am thirsty, do you care?

Dressed in tatters, will you clothe me?

Have no shelter, will you share?

 

I am dying, will you tend me?

Am imprisoned, will you come,

Lost, and living, with no Saviour,

Will you show me, His way home?

 

Show me love that’s like no other,

Love that reaches out to me,

Love that reaches through the layers,

To the me that eyes can’t see.

 

I am hidden, in this castle,

I am locked within my cell,

Only Christ can free and save me,

Only He can make me well.

 

I cannot believe such loving,

If I’ve heard of Him at all,

You must show His love in practice,

You must heed His final call.

 

Preaching does not make disciples,

Though it’s good to spread the Word,

Love is what lost souls are needing,

See in action what they’ve heard.

 

Don’t despise the rich and famous,

Often they are wand’ring too,

They need Jesus as their Saviour,

Every bit, as much as you!

 

Reach the one that you can talk to,

Touch the one that you find near,

When I place My child before you,

You will find, the way is clear.

 

Listen for My soft instruction,

Heed the voice within your heart,

Disregard the fears and fretting,

Just set out and make a start.

 

You may suffer many knockbacks,

I had many knockbacks too,

I don’t judge you by these ‘failures’,

You did what I asked you to.

 

They may spurn your words of wisdom,

Seem as if they just don’t care,

But you planted seeds of kindness,

They’ll be glad that you were there.

 

In the years that they are living,

Many Christians, cross their path,

If each does as I am asking,

They will see My face at last.

 

I can see the final picture,

Know how every picture’s planned,

Though you think you’re not important,

Every strand’s a vital strand.

 

When I weave My mighty banner,

Decked with gold and crimson thread,

If a strand I placed is missing,

There’ll be gaps in it instead.

 

Every person is important,

Every person, has their place;

If My children, do My bidding,

Then the world shall see My face.

 

If you’d do it for your Master,

If you’d do it for your King,

Why should doing it for others,

Seem to be an irksome thing?

 

It is written in the Scripture,

And, when here, I spoke it out,

It is love for one another,

That My gospel is about.

 

When you give a cup of water,

Caring not if any see,

When you help the one who’s helpless,

You are really helping Me.

 

Pay no heed to their position,

For the least of these is Mine,

And your actions will be noted,

When you stand there in that line.

 

When I come to make that judgement,

Who’s a good and faithful friend,

"Tis the love you put in action,

That will be there at the end.

 

It is treasure, you are storing,

Up in heaven’s richest vaults,

For love begets the Spirit’s fruiting;

In which there can be no faults.

 

So allow My Spirit’s leading,

To resound within your soul,

For in reaching out to others,

‘Tis yourself will be made whole.

 

And ‘the least of these’ is saying,

It includes yourself as well;

For I’d have you dwelling with Me,

As you turn your back, on hell.

 

© 15/3/03