To Me.

I met Jesus in the subway; He was drunk and smelled of urine
and He cried as He held my hand and talked of days gone by

Later, I saw Him crowned like the Statue of Liberty
He couldn't hear, couldn't speak, and couldn't read or write.
I met my Lord on 14th Street inside a bar
With bright lights and stage fright, playing guitar

I can hear Him sing,
"When you've done it to the least of these,
you've done it to me.
When you haven't done it to the least of these,
you haven't done it to me."
Yesterday He looked like a lady with a cane.
Tomorrow He will be the one who gave me pain.
And all I know is that I'll never be the same.

"When you've done it to the least of these,
you've done it to me.
When you haven't done it to the least of these,
you haven't done it to me."
Like diabetes eating the homeless man's leg
Or Lyna's leukemia that I can never forget
Our disease is spreading, our selfish neglect
And all I know is I'll never be the same.
"When you've done it to the least of these,
you've done it to me.
When you haven't done it to the least of these,
you haven't done it to me."
So, open your heart to the least of these, not just the greatest.
Let love start to break pieces of pride from your palace.

We are not our own, we have been bought with a price
So let us show love, let us show love to Christ.