Homeless

Isaiah 58: 7 
7 I want you to share your food with the hungry
and to provide shelter for homeless, oppressed people.
When you see someone naked, clothe him!
Don’t turn your back on your own flesh and blood!
 Feeling sorry for a moment: Homeless

 

A show is watched from time to time ... and misery displayed

show the homeless marching out of life's rhyme in a massive disarray

Compassion grabs my heart right then ... and moves me to care.

I'm willing then to reach out to them ... and give what I can spare.

 

It does not take too long ... before the attention of my heart

is pulled away to other shores from the needy who become a part

of good intentions never filled ... and "love your neighbor as yourself"

become just words never lived ... as I provide for my own and self.

 

So heaven’s treasures are not gained although unlimited in supply

for my compassion span is very faint ... and makes my life "a lie"

To gain in spirit over flesh ... so I can firmly stand

is to be in  Jesus’ rest ... and change the world at hand

 

The world laughs at my balancing act and my impact seems so small

as I appear as a matter of fact ... not listening to presented calls.

So in this year can I longer afford ... to rely on what I can see

or should I before the Lord ... hunger for "who" I should be?

 

So it takes fervent prayer ... for me to be assured and free

for my compassion as should be ... is only reached by Jesus in me.

I know about "the Truth and Life” ... and how I ought to be

and be available to follow and live to give self just like "He"

 

Jan Wienen

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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