The Least of These

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The

Least of These

The

Least of These

II.

Homeless not Hopeless

III.

Those

Eyes of Pain

IV.

A Dream

within

A Dream

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The

Least of These

"When the Son of man shall come in his glory, and all the holy angels with him, then shall he sit upon the throne of his glory: And before him shall be gathered all nations: and he shall separate them one from another, as a shepherd divideth his sheep from the goats: And he shall set the sheep on his right hand, but the goats on the left. Then shall the King say unto them on his right hand, Come, ye blessed of my Father, inherit the kingdom prepared for you from the foundation of the world: For I was an hungered, and ye gave me meat: I was thirsty, and ye gave me drink: I was a stranger, and ye took me in: Naked, and ye clothed me: I was sick, and ye visited me: I was in prison, and ye came unto me. Then shall the righteous answer him, saying, Lord, when saw we thee an hungered, and fed thee? or thirsty, and gave thee drink? When saw we thee a stranger, and took thee in? or naked, and clothed thee? Or when saw we thee sick, or in prison, and came unto thee? And the King shall answer and say unto them, Verily I say unto you, Inasmuch as ye have done it unto one of the least of these my brethren, ye have done it unto me. Then shall he say also unto them on the left hand, Depart from me, ye cursed, into everlasting fire, prepared for the devil and his angels: For I was an hungered, and ye gave me no meat: I was thirsty, and ye gave me no drink: I was a stranger, and ye took me not in: naked, and ye clothed me not: sick, and in prison, and ye visited me not. Then shall they also answer him, saying, Lord, when saw we thee an hungered, or athirst, or a stranger, or naked, or sick, or in prison, and did not minister unto thee? 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. And these shall go away into everlasting punishment: but the righteous into life eternal.." Matthew 25:31-46

"But whoso shall offend one of these little ones which believe in me, it were better for him that a millstone were hanged about his neck, and that he were drowned in the depth of the sea. Woe unto the world because of offenses! for it must needs be that offenses come; but woe to that man by whom the offense cometh! Wherefore if thy foot or thy hand offend thee, cut them off, and cast them from thee: it is better for thee to enter into life halt or maimed, rather than having two hands or two feet to be cast into everlasting fire. And if thine eye offend thee, pluck it out, and cast it from thee: it is better for thee to enter into life with one eye, rather than having two eyes to be cast into hell fire. Take heed that ye despise not one of these little ones; for I say unto you, That in heaven their angels do always behold the face of my Father which is in heaven." Matthew 18:6-10

Just the thought of a little child

abandoned all alone

Forsaken of its Mother's love

with no protective Dad or home

Cast out into a heartless world

of no mercy for the weak

Just the thought of such a child

should make us all to weep

God the Father's heart is sorely broken

by all the pain He sees

He hears the cries of every little heart

why don't we intercede?

Child Abusers and Pedophiles

who molest and hurt their souls

Satan worshipers who ritually torture

must have not been told

Beware thou Wicked and all who dare

to put forth an abusive hand

You shall burn in a Lake of unquenchable fire

forever to be damned

For all who exploit a precious child

shall not escape God's Sword

He shall take most Holy Vengeance

according to His Word

Woe unto the Molesters

for their day is soon to come

Woe unto cruel satanic souls

who harm such little ones

Yet what of the Religious Hypocrite

who beholds a child hungry and all alone

And in greed begrudges in selfishness

to receive that child into their home

How can they withhold their morsel

even a piece of bread to share

They don't even have a heart

or else they would but care

Such are those who slam their doors

even a cup of water to deny

How it must wound the heart of Jesus

Christ our God on high

So the next time you behold a child

forsaken or in need

You dare not leave them helpless

left to beg and plead

For one day you shall stand before

that same child's God above

And He will then profess: “I NEVER KNEW YOU

For you failed to show them love

Because when you denied the least of these

you did it unto me

Depart ye cursed into everlasting fire

Now it's your turn to beg and plead."

"Whoso stoppeth his ears at the cry of the poor, he also shall cry himself, but shall not be heard." Proverbs 21:13

"Not every one that saith unto me, Lord, Lord, shall enter into the kingdom of heaven; but he that doeth the will of my father which is in heaven. Many will say to me in that day, Lord, Lord, have we not prophesied in thy name? and in thy name have cast out devils? and in thy name done many wonderful works? And then will I profess unto them, I never knew you: depart from me, ye that work iniquity." Matthew 7:21-23

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II.

Homeless Not Hopeless

"The righteous considereth the cause of the poor: but the wicked regardeth not to know it." Proverbs 29:7

"Whoso stoppeth his ears at the cry of the poor, he also shall cry himself, but shall not be heard." Proverbs 21:13

Behold the man in the gutter

Broken, cold and all alone

Beaten by his circumstances

He has no place to call home

He is the weak and meek amongst us

He is the man with a wounded heart

Yet becoming hard as steel he hides in alleys

Wondering aimlessly in the dark

The street is his bed, the curb's his pillow

On which he lays to rest his head

A cardboard box in the winter

A park bench to find some rest

How can anyone judge, hate or despise him?

"The righteous considereth the cause of the poor

but the wicked regardeth not to know it"

For selfish greed they begrudge and hoard

Broken women with shopping carts

Collecting waste – it’s called alley smarts

Cardboard lining in their shoes

Newspaper patches, what else can they use?

Some were victims of violent crimes

They were battered and beaten so many times

Others were molested and raped of their childhood

They lost their minds, don't you think you would?

There are men and women in America's streets

And from garbage cans they are forced to eat

They are laying stiff in the snow

With no soft warm blanket to stop the cold

They are starving and freezing unto death

And they die all alone at their last breath

They are dying in gutter graves and in alley morgues

There is blood on our hands for we've despised the poor

Because they need us not to pretend to care

They are dying daily so why don't we share?

By reaching out to them to let Christ heal

Through vessels of clay, God's heart to feel

By allowing Jesus Christ in us to shine through

In love to pour His mercy true

To look face to face into their eyes

And from our own flesh not to hide.

"Is not this the fast that I have chosen? to loose the bands of wickedness, to undo the heavy burdens, and to let the oppressed go free, and that ye break every yoke? Is it not to deal thy bread to the hungry, and that thou bring the poor that are cast out to thy house? when thou seest the naked, that thou cover him; and that thou hide not thyself from thine own flesh?" Isaiah 58:6-7

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III.

Those

Eyes of Pain

"Then shall he say also unto them on the left hand, Depart from me, ye cursed, into everlasting fire, prepared for the devil and his angels: For I was an hungred, and ye gave me no meat: I was thirsty, and ye gave me no drink: I was a stranger, and ye took me not in: naked, and ye clothed me not: sick, and in prison, and ye visited me not. Then shall they also answer him, saying, Lord, when saw we thee an hungred, or athirst, or a stranger, or naked, or sick, or in prison, and did not minister unto thee? 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. And these shall go away into everlasting punishment: but the righteous into life eternal." Matthew 25:41-46

We must never take for vain

Those convicting eyes of pain

When our life is lived in gain

And it never seems to rain

For through many wounds and tears

Lives are filled with many fears

To have lost all that one holds dear

With no one in the world that seems to care

To feel there's no escape

From such a wretched state

They know it's getting late

But their souls were trapped and raped

Those eyes of such sharp pain

It's not a religious game

Are we that so insane

Not to know who is to blame?

Who's sitting at our gate?

And do we love or do we hate?

Why must we make them wait?

When we know it's not their fate?

The beggars in our streets

The lost souls who we meet

The ones to whom no one speaks

Who sleep under cardboard sheets

The inmates in our jails

Who live in prison cells

Trapped within man made hells

For many years to dwell

The shut-ins and the sick

Whose plight they never picked

Who all alone they sit

Watching as the time it ticks

The children at our door

The strangers in the store

The neighbors we ignore

The lives that sin has tore

The brothers we don't like

The sisters that we fight

The parents not always right

The ones of whom we lose all sight

Those eyes of such deep pain

Must they all die lost in vain?

Because we no longer see the shame

Of how cold we have became?

"And because iniquity shall abound, the love of many shall wax cold. But he that shall endure unto the end, the same shall be saved." Matthew 24:12-13

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IV.

A Dream

within

A Dream

"...Go out quickly into the streets and lanes of the city, and bring in hither the poor, and the maimed, and the halt, and the blind. And the servant said, Lord, it is done as thou hast commanded, and yet there is room. And the lord said unto the servant, Go out into the highways and hedges, and compel them to come in, that my house may be filled." Luke 14:21-23

It was a dream within a dream

Yet what does it really mean?

A beach house built on the sand

And lost within its walls a man?

In the dark alone and cold

Like a purse displaced with gold

Backed into a corner and left to die

It's no wonder that bitterness fills his eyes

Religious recreation centers fill our land

They are Churches built upon the spiritual sand

And lost within their empty walls

Are the souls they cause to fall

For those who are disillusioned by their lies

Are cast out and sore despised

Rejected, slandered and left to die

Such become offended by and by

Scattered all across this land

Like gold coins fallen in the sand

Stolen by the thief who comes

To steal, kill and destroy God's precious ones

Whose souls are more valuable than gold

And yet they suffer alone out in the cold

Are you asleep without a clue?

Asking: "What Would Jesus Do?"

Why if a homeless showed up at your home?

Would it invade your comfort zone?

Would you take care to see he's feed?

And give him a place to rest his head?

Or would you insult him with hard words?

Asking questions to demean his human worth?

So that you might justify your heart of hate?

To prove to yourself he choose his fate?

And thereby casting upon him all the blame

For all the sufferings of his pain

When he just wants to escape his agony

Of such cruel turmoil why can't you see?

With a gun placed to his head

He feels as though he's already dead?

Are you living in a religious Christian lie?

When there are so many souls who long to die?

And are they really that insane?

Or could it just be their plight of pain?

Can we hear the Clarion Call?

To send the light to those who fall?

Yet so very few do really care

When most begrudge their help to share

Supporting the carnal ministries of men

Motivated by the selfish greed and lust of sin

And the millions of dollars that they give

To finance the life styles their rich leaders live

How can Christians be so vain?

When souls are dying in such deep pain?

Thus let us heed the Clarion Call

Before the Midnight Hour falls

For the Eleventh Hour is passing by

Why stand we idle as they die?

I have stood and I have fell

On the front lines of a Ghetto hell

Trying to survive out there alone

With no help or place I could call home

Cast out of Ministries for taking a stand

Against the lies by which souls are damned

For the Entertainments of which they speak

Are not Biblical methods by which we Preach

And doors do not open for such as I

Who refuse to compromise and live that lie

Thus I've earned the right to now rebuke

I've paid more than my share of painful dues

Persecuted by devils and by men

I became disabled yet still I stand

Of being homeless I've had my share

And I know what it's like to face those fears

To be forgotten all alone

In a world of strangers without a home

Where no one cares if you live or die

Where dog eats dog and alone you cry

With no way to help yourself

Facing infirmities of sickness and mental health

When dressed in rags without no help

When there is no bathroom to wash yourself

When you're not wanted in the restaurants or the stores

And even the Churches close their doors

When's the last time you saw a homeless upon a pew

In your fine Church sitting next to you?

Instead they send them out the door

Far away to be restored

Yet your Christian Missions and Shelters are a joke

Where career minded ministers kill their hope

And unless you've been there you just don't know

The indignity and contempt shown to a soul

God willing I will soon go out again

And wash their blood from off my hands

For the laborers are so few

And though I'm presently challenged I am not through

So they can keep their charity unto themselves

And close their Church doors to hoard God's wealth

For I've come to far to give up and quit

Home Street Home is the Ministry wherein I fit

To reach the back sliden and the lost

To seek out fallen soldiers of the Cross

Why do they even ask "What Would Jesus Do?"

When they know in their heart's what is the truth?

Give of yourself not just a tithe

Go out and witness and change a life

Feed a poor neighbor and their kids

Visit an elderly soul with not long to live

Take the poor with you to Church

Start your own Ministry Evangelistic Work

Dream a dream for Jesus and dream it big

Making it happen each day you live

Work and keep working and don't be swayed

No matter what anyone else might do or say

Be not weary in well doing and you shall reap

For to love Jesus is to feed His sheep

Now this poetic exhortation I must finally end

Since you have no excuse and now understand

So without further delay I bid you well

May God give you a burden for those who fell.

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