Children scrounge for a morsel in garbage dumps
While we sit on our piles of gold,
We walk our safe and pleasant streets
While God’s children are bought and sold,
We sweep it all under the carpet
As Christ commands for orphans be bold,
So what will we answer the King of kings
When He comes back as Scripture foretold,
I can’t speak for anyone anyone else
But my excuses are getting old,
For where would we be if Christ treated us
So callously, meanly, so cold?
We’d be naked, hopeless and helpless
With no Samaritan to help on the road.
Mark Tinjum – 2015