POEM: The Least of These

Not a hymn. Just a poem, but fun anyway. 

The Least of These

Oh, who would be "the least of these":

The "brothers" we despise?

And why do we ignore the Christ 

Who comes in humble guise?

Perhaps it's just the preaching slave

Who comes in Jesus' stead,

And when the Law shows us our shame, 

We hold back daily bread. 

Or maybe, when we want him to

Commune our Druid aunt,

We lose our minds and kick him out

When he says, "No, I can't."

When we, with itching ears, have made

Unreasoning demands,

Why shouldn't we just vote him out,

With Pilate wash our hands?

Have mercy, Christ, on those who claim

To praise and worship You, 

Yet treat Your stewards shamefully.

Their words do not ring true.

Lord, grant us faithful hearts to love  

The pastors You provide,

To listen to the Word they preach

And cast them not aside.

(c) 2017, Alan Kornacki, Jr.