I Was Hungry...

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

I was imprisoned and you crept off quietly to your chapel and prayed for my release.

I was naked and in your mind debated 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 the spiritual 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.


~ Author Unknown - Found at the Oak Street House Exhibit

See Matthew 25:31-46