I have rarely suffered anything like real hunger in my life, yet for many of the world’s population it is a daily reality…
I was hungry the other night,
And sat down to a tasty meal.
Others were hungry as well,
But no meal, rich or bland,
Had they to ease their pangs,
Or sate their hunger hell.
But they live far far away;
Nameless folk I’ll never meet.
Our lives don’t interface;
I won’t see them on my street.
Should I care for their plight,
I who… but for His grace?
But for His grace go I,
And by mere accident of birth,
I might well be starving too.
A child of famine or war?
Refugee or homeless poor?
Life’s a lottery, through and through!
Three things I must heed:
To give all thanks to Thee;
To ensure I avoid excess;
To give from my plenty,
To those who are my brothers,
That resources might redress.