Come in stranger

Illustration by Carolina Arentsen

Ed: A friend wrote me about the end of World, God style and this came to me.

God sent us here not to sit around
Waiting for the End our buts on the ground
He gave us strength and two good hands
To get out and about, help our fellow man.

If things are tough, like they often are
Stop your moping, you’re better by far
Than billions of people who go to bed
With a hungry stomach cause they ain’t fed

They don’t care about Wal-Mart color TV’s
Driving in fancy cars taking their ease
They need a doctor when they get ill
And the help to buy expensive pills.

God’ll come when he does, who knows when
Then he’ll be asking what you did for your fellow man
Did you clothe him, or feed him or take him in
Give him a drink, go to prison, and forgive his sin.

If you’re doing all that, you don’t need to worry
Your life will pass by in one awful hurry
And when you meet God, wherever that may be
He’ll say “Come in stranger you belong to me.”

Matthew 25:40 ‘Amen, I say to you, whatever you did for one of these least brothers of mine, you did for me.’