CRY OF THE HUNGRY

Give me your old, expired food
Freezer burnt meat
Canned goods no one wants
I'll be the need you can meet

Clothes with holes and stains
All given in Jesus name

Stale bread and cereal
Crackers like powder for soup
I'm not complaining
Just wondering - would it be the same, if I were you

Less than best to build a nest
But the Son of God has nowhere to lay His head
Willing to give mere men - wings
But keep the Risen Savior...dead

Tick Tock, Tick Tock
Time will be gone, but not the clock

A measure of rye for the poor
A steak for the wealthy pauper
First class jet adventure
While wounded soldiers pack a helicopter

Life and Death, come and go
Moments played in rapid succession
Unaware of color and flow
Permanently being woven into eternal progression

Thoughtless gifts thrown to the poor
Bang the nails deeper through the flesh
While tatty clothes - thrown toooo
Rip from, Jesus...His royal dress

It's hard to see in the fog
Sometimes the weight of wet falls
Heavy was the Cross He bore
"Feed my Sheep" He calls

Lay down the storm
And give what's on your table
Whatever you would gift the Savior
Give it now - if you are able

      ......and Let LOVE Live
Written by Trudy Schrader on 12-02-15