The least of these...

Don't have cleats that fit.
Have mothers whose shoes do.
Aren't prepared
for life or school.
It comes too fast.
People around them are too slow.
Never certain a ride will come
to take them home or take them away.
From the hard knocks felt without any pads.
The least of these are faces
covered with years beyond their age.
They won't tell
maybe even if you ask.
Their fathers long gone
a result of their past.
A man I've heard about
for all of my life..
stood on the field
Cared enough to ask.
Are your shoes too little?
Do you have a ride?
Did someone give you food
or was there any to eat?
This man fed people first
then searched for more.
He would get the right size shoes
so legs could run hard.
He cared for the ones who have little.
The ones whom life has been so hard.
He dared to go beyond the expected
regardless of the consequences.
We are called, we are to be
the ones who know
about
the ones who don't have.
Regardless.
No matter.
How.
Why?
It doesn't matter.
We are to be
HIM.