I saw You, Jesus, last week, sitting on the curb, Your eyes were tired and heavy and You looked kinda cold. I didn't recognize You so I drove on by. Someone else would help You, who had more time.
I saw You in church on Sunday, You were divorced and forlorn and Your kids were acting bratty. I judged You from my seat and pushed You from my mind. Someone more adequate would stop and be kind.
I saw You yesterday once more crying all alone. Your clothes where torn and grimy and You said that You were nine. I figured someone else would take you in; your'e not any responsibility of mine. So I passed You by. But then You pricked my heart, I remembered how You died, for the sin that was not Your “responsibility”...no it was mine.
I saw You today again, walking down the road; You leaned upon Your cane as the wind began to rage. This time I stopped and got You, I knew better this time, then to leave my Savior waiting for another “call themselves a Christian” to pass You by.
“Then the King will say to those on His right, ‘Come, you who are blessed by My Father; take your inheritance, the kingdom prepared for you since the creation of the world. For I was hungry and you gave Me something to eat, I was thirsty and you gave Me something to drink, I was a stranger and you invited Me in, I needed clothes and you clothed Me, I was sick and you looked after Me, I was in prison and you came to visit Me.’Matthew 25:34-40
“Then the righteous will answer Him, ‘Lord, when did we see You hungry and feed You, or thirsty and give You something to drink? When did we see You a stranger and invite You in, or needing clothes and clothe You? When did we see You sick or in prison and go to visit You?’
“The King will reply, ‘Truly I tell you, whatever you did for one of the least of these brothers and sisters of mine, you did for Me.’
