Trudging through a wintry plain
As toes begin to freeze;
Kind eyes look down from heaven
To watch over such as these.
Disfigured outcasts stumble on,
All ravaged with disease;
Holy hands don’t fear to touch
And make whole such as these.
Abandoned by their former friends,
Despite their desperate pleas;
A well-lined back in heaven knows
The pain of such as these.
Souls wracked with guilt that won’t wash out
And wearying unease;
Scarred hands and feet in heaven show
He died for such as these.
Slandered, beaten for His sake
And forced onto their knees;
A special place in heaven
Is prepared for such as these.
Their race full run, their strength all spent,
Their breath a painful wheeze;
Arms in heaven are stretched out
To welcome such as these.
A loving smile, a sick friend healed,
A fragrant summer breeze;
Foretastes of His heaven are found
In moments such as these.
A child’s unflinching openness,
Trustful and keen to please,
The kingdom of our God must be
Approached as such as these.