The Least of These
by Kelli O. Kersell

The rain beats down on the stray dogs head,
As he wanders the windswept street.
One day he was someone's loving pet,
Now he scrounges for food to eat...
The least of these if hungry.

Sparrows crowd around the puddle,
The summer is hot and long.
The creeks are dry, their beaks agape,
Hear their desperate song...
The least of these is thirsty.

In the forest, the red fox lies,
A victim of proud insanity.
Stripped of his coat and his life,
All in the name of vanity...
The least of these needs clothed.

The little kitten afraid and alone,
Beneath the dull street light.
In vain he searches each door for a home,
His cries echo though the night...
The least of these is a stranger.

In this world of today, that often seems cold,
We are offered the gift of love.
It's up to us to guard these gifts,
These angels from above,

And always remember...
What you do for the least of these!!!