I Was Hungry ~

CHRISTian poetry ~ by deborah ann

I was hungry . . .
but you fed me not
from my thirst
I was pale and gaunt.

I had nowhere,
to lay my head
the clothes on my back
were mere threads.

I was sick,
but to me you didn’t come
you didn’t care in prison
if I was treated like scum.

I was a stranger,
but you looked away
hungry and thirsty
with no place to stay.

I needed a friendly hand,
for I’m meek and poor
but never once to ME . . .
did you open the door!

~~~~~~~~~

Matthew 25.45

“Then shall he answer them,
saying, Verily I say unto you,
Inasmuch as ye did it not to one
of the least of these,
ye did it not to me.”

King James Version
By Public Domain

Copyright 2017
Deborah Ann Belka

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