A Glimpse of Hunger

"I'm HUNGRY," he roared, and he kicked the wall hard;
His face was transformed by his rage.
Such fury contained in a package that small --
A natty-haired boy only 5 years of age.

How could I have known he'd not eaten that day,
Though the afternoon plodded along;
(My own lunch was tasty, enjoyed long before;)
I tried to correct him and "show him his wrong."

I'll never forget that little guy's anger,
As his mother explained their sad state;
He couldn't understand why their table was bare;
He only knew that his hunger was great.

Please God, reach down and love others through me,
And give me discernment for every day
So I can do something to make their lives bright
And help them to see You along their way.


"I was hungry, and ye gave me food;
I was thirsty, and ye gave me drink;
I was a stranger, and ye took me in..........
Inasmuch as ye have done it unto one of
the least of these my brethren,
ye have done it unto me."
(Matthew 25:35 & 40b)

~ Connie Faust ~

[ by: Connie Faust, Copyright © 2007 (beracah1@evenlink.com) -- submitted by: Connie Faust ]