to GOD be the GLORY
~ I Was Hungry ~
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!
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“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.â€
King James Version
By Public Domain
Copyright 2017
Deborah Ann Belka