They said I couldn’t possibly be Christian
Or believe in the God they do;
Because I didn’t write of Godly things
Or tell people to come to him.
Instead I write of the darkness
Of shadows, and pain.
But when people are lost
And need to be found
Is exactly where you will find them.
Jesus didn’t minister to the strong
Only to the weak.
He didn’t go to the richest palaces
He hit the dirty street.
He spoke to the poor and the prostitutes
To those that society threw away.
He held their hand, felt their pain
Then made it go away.
Now he isn’t around anymore
Because he died for all our sins.
So it is up to us now to do his work
And this is where it begins.
We aren’t always the strong
He knows that to be true.
He also knows the strength of many
Can be found in just a few.
We must be strong enough to lead the pack
Tell them what they are worth
Let them know they were loved
From even before their birth.
Then gently take them into our arms
To feel the love within.
Watch their mood and situation change
And their new life begin.
We must teach the weak to be strong
Fight to make this world good.
Understand we all have different views
Love from our hearts, like we should.
Give food to those that need it
Hope to those that don’t.
Shelter to those without
Help those that won’t.