I was hungry,
and you formed a humanities group to discuss my hunger.

I was imprisoned,
and you crept off to your chapel and prayed for my released.

I was naked,
and in your mind you debate the morality of my appearance.

I was sick,
and you knelt and thanked God for your health.

I was homeless,
and you preached to me of the spiritual shelter of the love of God.

I was lonely,
and you left me alone to pray for me.

You seem so holy, so close to God
But I am still very hungry - and lonely - and cold.

by my sister-in-law

shes resting in the arms of JESUS

June Rolson