To the beggar on the street,
I need to tell you,
You are so seen.
And you are so loved.
As you crouch in the blustering cold wind,
Shivering in old worn blankets
Staring blankly as people rush by, ignoring you,
It must be the same every single day.
I want to apologize, not for all, I cannot,
but I want to apologize for me.
I’m sorry for all of the times I caught a glimpse of you then quickly looked away as I passed on by,
hanging my head, averting my gaze to the ground.
I’m sorry for not giving you all that I had;
Yes, I can give the change in my pocket, or the shaurma up the road,
But really life, this is what you are seeking; this is what you need.
You are searching for hope, and man, I have the greatest.
I’m sorry for not stopping every time, getting to your level, looking into your eyes, and telling you that you have hope, in Jesus.
I’m sorry for not treating you like a human being,
For really, no, you are more,
You are a child of God
And you are so loved.
I’m sorry for not following in the footsteps of my Jesus as He stopped for the least of these.
I’m sorry for robbing you of freedom and healing and your opportunity at possessing the true joy of life.
I’m so sorry, Jesus, for it is you who is this beggar and I’m just passing you by.
““And the King will answer them, ‘Don’t you know? When you cared for one of the least important of these my little ones, my true brothers and sisters, you demonstrated love for me.’”
Matthew 25:40 TPT
