He Came This Way
The rush was on and upon steps
No one would see this man who wept
Disheveled look with bad attire
The likes of Him no one desired
A cart to shop for cans on street
Sometimes tired upon his feet
He would come by each Sunday morning
To sit on steps unseen great mourning
Many would see but choose to run
Right past this man where Sundays Sun
Would press upon his brow to sweat
If all he had if nothing left
Many more would walk past him
Fleeing in haste where some too cringed
For dirt was all they saw of him
Forgetting that in this they sinned
The church door flung open once more
Entered sanctum walking implored
For this same man who sought Gods love
Where many thought of Him less of
They moved from pew he chose to sit
They ran away from what looked sick
Not feeling love no not a bit
He sat alone near candles lit
Then came the call for all to come
By Pastor theirs one of Gods son
Where words he knew some time ago
Would be the last spoken and so
He rose from seat where no one sat
Next to this man of him some laughed
Forget once more whose house it was
Mumbled of him as pews he passed
Each step he took he would take off
A garment his as many scoffed
How dare he come and taint this place
Where many failed to see Gods face
He walked closer until he peeled
The last of rags of no appeal
Till finally arrive he did
Before Pastor, stood CHRIST who hid
He came this way, maybe one day
He'll come again not dressed this way
You see dear friends it may just be
The one who sits right next to thee
So please give those you thought were less
A chance to see in you Gods best
A soul that's loved that GOD holds too
A soul no less than me and you
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