Your eyes so sad and tried.
They hope to catch a softened heart,
As they grab passersby.
You wonder if you’re ever loved
By someone long enough,
Or if you must leave this home too.
So you act bad and tough.
You cannot speak like others do.
You heard them say, “You’re slow!”
Such words like, “retard”, “dumb”, and “fool” –
They pierce your heart and soul.
You are the homeless, lost, and cold.
You are the foster child.
Your longing cries out from your soul –
For someone not pass by.
Forgive me if I’ve never cared
To look you in the eyes.
And told you that your image bares
The one of Jesus Christ.
forgive me if I don’t love my neighbor the way that would honor You.
You asked me to love others the way I love You and myself.
Please teach me, to honor those around me.
Help me treat others with dignity, respect and love,
Knowing we all are created in Your precious image.”
“Is not this the kind of fasting I have chosen:
to loose the chains of injustice
and untie the cords of the yoke,
to set the oppressed free
and break every yoke?
7 Is it not to share your food with the hungry
and to provide the poor wanderer with shelter—
when you see the naked, to clothe them,
and not to turn away from your own flesh and blood?
8 Then your light will break forth like the dawn,
and your healing will quickly appear;
then your righteousness will go before you,
and the glory of the Lord will be your rear guard.
9 Then you will call, and the Lord will answer;
you will cry for help, and he will say: Here am I.
“If you do away with the yoke of oppression,
with the pointing finger and malicious talk,
10 and if you spend yourselves in behalf of the hungry
and satisfy the needs of the oppressed,
then your light will rise in the darkness,
and your night will become like the noonday.
11 The Lord will guide you always;
he will satisfy your needs in a sun-scorched land
and will strengthen your frame.
You will be like a well-watered garden,
like a spring whose waters never fail.