The Least

We never saw you naked.

We never saw you poor.

We never saw you lost or hungry,

Pleading at our doors.

We spent some time in prisons.

We tried to pause despair.

We ate and laughed and made some friends,

Though, we never saw you there.

We didn’t see you migrate,

Yet we simply couldn’t shun,

Those whose needed more than prayer,

So how can you say, “well done”?

All we did was try to aid,

To welcome, spread shalom.

So how can we be welcomed,

To an unsought lasting home?

See, we didn’t have a clue back then,

As we never kept a score.

So why aren’t we as self-assured,

As those who call you Lord?