We were hungry- gaunt, even-
And he fed us, and sent us home
Our throats were parched from thirst,
And he offered us cold, sweet water
From a spring deep within the woods.
We were naked, and cold
And he wrapped us in his own
Oversized flannel robe, and fur slippers.
We were sick, and he made broth
And sat beside our bed
And told us stories.
We were in jail and shamed and afraid
And he stood in line for hours,
Waiting to be searched for contraband,
So that he could visit us
And touch our hand
And give us courage.
We had nothing,
And he gave us everything.
We were nobody,
And he made us somebody.
We were without love,
And he loved us,
And it made all the difference
In the world.
George R. Pasley
November 20, 2018