In the faces of the needy, hungry, thirsty, there I see vividly the face of Jesus gently peering back at me. From my store-house I will offer food and drink as liturgy. In the shivering of the naked, their own arms wrapped 'round their frame, is the blessed invitation to provide and not to blame. From my clothing which protects me, I will share, the cold to tame. In the cell-block of the prison loneliness pervades the soul; human beings long forgotten feel the ravage of life's toll. From my world of cherished freedom I will visit, touch, and console. In the color of my neighbor God's own image their is found; yet oppression, hatred, violence, crushes hope and fears confound. From my privileged place I'll strive till fairness yields a love profound. In the voices of the young ones dulled by pain, a sound I hear: Rachel weeping for her children, sad, their glory disappears. From my well-spring of compassion, I will wipe away their tears. In the message of the prophets and the words of Christ to me, is the call for love and justice, simply both to do and be. Form my walk with God, in meekness, I will live humility.