I saw You

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.’
“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.’

Matthew 25:34-40