The least of my brothers!

He lay there in foetal position
This homeless man
At the corner of 43rd and 9th
Coiled unto himself
As if his shame to hide
From the prying eyes
Of a world
That truly saw him not
As it hurried feverishly along its way
Only to stop at the light on 53rd and 9th

A world that had judged
And found him wanting
A verdict he was no good
To either himself or anyone else
For that matter
Not that it matters
If you really think about it
Because what could he have done
If he could that is
That could have made a difference

You see His Father above
Had already sent His Son
To a world that truly saw him not
As they fervently sought salvation
By their own good works
Only to stop at the cross-roads
Overburdened by pain and care
That they would not give up to Him to bear
For not only did He make the difference
He was the difference
Between death and Eternal Life…

Come, He says
Come you who are weary
And I will give you rest
Greater love has no one than this,
that he lay down his life
For his friends!