The Least of These

Small glimpses from Thailand....

"Little hands, shoeless feet, lonely eyes looking back at me. 

Will we leave behind the innocent too brief?

On their own, on the run when their lives have only begun. 

These could be our daughters and our sons...

Boys become kings, girls will be queens, wrapped in Your majesty,

When we love the least of these. 

Then they will be brave and free, shout Your name in victory,

When we love the least of these.

If not us, tell me, who will be Jesus to the least of these?"