The Least of These

I avoid You in the hallway,

And I'm sorry.

I ignore You in the lunch room,

And I'm sorry.

I walk by You on my way to class,

And I'm sorry.

I pray for myself and my friends instead of You.

I am sorry.

I'm a sorry excuse for a Christian,

And You Love me.

I'm the ugly side of the Church,

And You Love me.

I profane Your Name with my apathy,

And You Love me.

I have to repent more than once.

You still Love me.

Your Love is boundless and infinite,

Yet I judge.

You came and died for all of us,

Yet I judge.

You healed the sick and the weak,

Who I judge.

You are my only source of redemption,

Yet I judge.

I judge them for my own sins,

Then I preach You.

I give in to temptation,

Then I preach You.

I allow circumstances to control me,

Then I preach You.

I do what I don't want to do and don't do what I ought to do,

Then I preach You.

I will continue to preach You with my life,

To the least of these.

It won't ever be a full picture, but I'll paint it anyways,

For the least of these.

I will weep for, and work for, and sob for, and serve

The least of these.

Because You Love each of them as much as You Love me and some of them don't know it yet but You want to bring healing

To the least of these.

Stopping By

I've been caught up in Your work and my ways.

Listlessly I've been lingering through these days.

But lazy and lawless isn't the life You have for me to live.

Show me my all since it's all I have to give.

Show me Your all since it's the only way I can live.

You know I'm sorry for my fighting fear and faithlessness

And I know You are Faithful with Your Forgiveness.

But I can't forget the times I failed to follow through

And each of those times felt more like I was failing You.

Take what is broken and make it new.