By Sharon Sauer
I am poor.
I have food to eat but hunger
does not come.
There is no pleasure in
food.
I waste away though a full plate
lies before me.
I have clothes to wear and
jewelry for adornment
But no place to go.
Nakedness and cold surround me.
I am not behind bars yet freedom
I lack.
I am chained by past sins and
guilt.
Darkness looms.
Hospitals and doctors have no
cure for my disease.
Sickness of mind destroys my
soul and body,
Slowly I am dying from the
inside out.
I am poor, a wretched
soul.
Please I beg you, Be Jesus to
me.
Day by day I walk by you yet you
see me not.
The pain that destroys me is so
well hidden no one knows.
It appears to all that I have no
needs.
Yet I have the greatest need of
all.
Without love why should I
breathe?
Please I beg you, Be Jesus to
me.
Neither food nor clothes do I
need.
Yet I am destitute, gravely in
need.
A kind word, a smile, a caring
look
A genuine “how are you” without
hurrying away
A listening ear, a compassionate
heart
Your time, your friendship, the
Love of Christ
Please I beg you, Be Jesus to
me.