It Could Have Been Jesus

I saw a homeless man the other day He asked for change, but I had bills to pay, So, I kept walking. His hair was long and straggly, with old food in his beard He dragged me out of my comfort zone, made me feel weird I ignored his talking. Is it my fault that this man was homeless and broke? I worked for my money—giving it to him is a joke— He’ll waste it for sure. He’s a druggie and boozer, this is plain to see A man of low morals with no morality My motives were pure. “If you give it to him,” said Jesus my Lord, “You’ve given to me, this is My Word.” I bow my head in shame. “When I stood on the corner, and asked you for change You hurried on by and treated me strange. You denied my name.” D H Loewen April 8, 2018 All Rights Reserved