How desperate those who run aground
of hope and basic needs
When all our cares and want are met
it’s hard for us to see
Our duty eased in partial truth
that God will care for them
and then with comfort’s callousness
dismiss their humanness
When we avail the vulnerable
We lend unto the Lord
for He is close to broken hearts
the crushed and ones forlorn
The question then when penury
attends these struggling souls
Would thought of kind solicitude
complacency withhold
The poor will always be with us
as care of widowed wives
and orphaned ones in faith described
as pure and undefiled
Do unto others as yourself
the golden rule implores
This ageless truth remains with us
as do the living poor
A poem by Greg Nelson
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