when if Jesus asks when
did I feed his legions poor
I shall promptly reply
I tried
to feed
their souls
warm their hearts
quench their thirst
hold their cold hands
I gave time money clothing food
I prayed for relief for their pains
yet still I sadly so sadly wondered
why you Jesus
feed
so few poor?
Copyright © Terence George Craddock
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem