Do the Least For Me
A hood, a cloak
A limp in step
The figure wandered through the streets
He had a plan
He'd test the men
To see which one would meet His needs
To one quite young
The other old
He simply asked of them some bread
But then the answers were the same
I'm sorry sir, there's nothing left
To prove His point
He then disrobed
Threw His cane into the fire
If you cannot do the least for Me
Then none do I desire
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