I have felt the sting of rejection
By those who do not see their sin
As they hold the good book as a measure
Counting souls like a treasure to win.
Yet we all fall short of the glory
And it’s this that they fail to see
If they saw themselves as the sinner
What judgment could they pass off to me?
You see I was the sick and the hungry
I was naked with shame and disease
I was lost in the pit of the prison
Yes, I was the least of these.
And I’ve felt the cold heart of wanting
Its love is in word and not deed
For I looked to the warmth of acceptance
But my sin had outweighed my need.
So this warning He gives me is simple
“Love the least of these,
If you fail to do it for them,
Then you’ve fail to do it for Me.”